Ah, the lone Chickadee
that graces my newly filled feeder
He better eat fast
the news will get out
and the squirrel will arrive
bully of the neighborhood
...for now...until the hawk shows up
So eat away little friend
You bring me a ray of joy
on this gloomy gray afternoon
as I try to triumph
over a nasty cold bug

Miss Kitty O'Shea stretched out in front of the patio door
and then hissed
Who's there? I asked her
Oh...it's Handsome...

here for a chicken handout.......stew bum he is
I Opened the door and called out Handsome...and he ran away off of the deck...as usual
 

I placed the bowl down and shut the door
and he quickly ran to the bowl and chowed down
My..you're fluffy today...I said.
Then I looked closer
Hey! your ears.....your ears
you are not Handsome!
Impostor!
Impostorette!

 

He/she strolled off of the deck
and seemed to say
Yea, that's right....I'm not Handsome.
I'm Beautiful
 

 

I wonder if she will return
now that she knows that chicken is served
on demand

 

Late season
Bareness and shadows
a time when you can really see the bones
and the garden in late fall is
bleak too