The sounds of hope...

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
and never stops at all~ Emily Dickenson


This little purple finch filled my morning with song...he huffed and puffed and sang from his heart. ...rolling his head to one side while sharing his sweet sounds of hope with me.
He lingered for a while after he finished singing, eating a few seeds from a pin oak tree.
It was nice to see him...my first of the season!!

Free Housing, no mortgage, cheep cheep

Fall, a time to think about getting ready for winter and the holidays. It was just a visit to the local craft store to look at orange and black decorations..and there they sat looking right at me. Cheap housing. Hmmm .


A little paint and find it a good location. Maybe under the eve of the house,.. good protection and near food and water.


We have so many Downy Woodpeckers that I thought maybe we could attract one to adopt this little house for those cold nights!

She didn't appear to be interested until just about dusk several days later.
She visited several times, poking her head through the predator guard, hey, anyone in there?


Finally, around 7 o'clock, a week after I had installed and advertised "cheep" housing, she decided it was just for her!

She arrives daily around dusk and leaves right after sunrise. For now she is contented!