Here, Birdie, Birdie, Birdie...

That's exactly what my son was saying early yesterday evening...only he wasn't whispering. No, he was yelling at the top of his lungs for all the town to hear.

Confused I asked him why he was yelling at those poor birds.

"But, Mommy, they won't know where to find the food."

So this was what all the commotion was about...a newly-hung; beautifully, hand-crafted birdhouse given to me by my sister-in-law for Christmas.

Funny how the mind of a three-year-old works...now to sit back and see if those birds will take him up on his offer.