Extra Guests At The Table
By: Mary Richmond
It was bitter cold on this sunny morning. I’d put out extra seed and suet and the feeders were busy with the usual suspects taking their fill. Just the day before it had been warm enough that song sparrows were singing, and flickers were flirting. On this day, however, their attention was on food, not premature thoughts of spring. There have been more than the usual amount of blue jays at my house over the las...