....The birds around me hopped and played,
their thoughts I cannot measure:_____
But the least motion which they made,
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.....
from the poem "Lines Written in Early Spring"
by Wm Wordsworth
I look forward to the season that brings birds to my feeders. Each bird seems to have it's own personality and type of behavior. This is a Ruby-Crowned Kinglet. It's eggs are a creamy kind of pink with brown splotches all over it. It's quick, energetic and full of mischief!
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