“I asked a bird for advice. It said to just wing it.”

There was a group of finches hanging out at the feeder the other day. They all seemed to be having a good time, except for the middle one.

He was either uncomfortable with the company or was in a hurry to get to another feeder, because he never really settled in to eat, except for just a few bites.

As quickly as he arrived, he was taking off.

Oh well, nothing wrong with a little “dining and dashing.”

Until next time,

~donna