Bird feeder, late September (haiku)

I love to experience the fall migration – when visitors come from far away to stop by, partake of seeds and water, and share a song or two that I may never have heard before πŸŒΎπŸπŸ•ŠπŸ§‘

Bird (awaiting translation)

In the Spring, as the birds migrate, we sometimes find one passing through that we have not seen or heard before. They seem exotic to us. I love that! : )