Finally. I've filled a bird feeder with black oil sunflower seeds and set it out for fliers-by. I hope they spot it.
Don't see anywhere near the numbers of backyard birds as I did at my country house in Southern Illinois.
I miss the energetic little things. Flitting around. Testing the pecking order.
But developments like the one we're in tend to be woefully short on tall trees. Sure, there are saplings along the curbs. But they don't provide cover or roosting spots.
Today begin's my vigil. I'm going to try to lure some life to the tundra that is our backyard.
Photo: Backyard Bird Centre