I can see these houses from my bedroom, but took these from the end of the driveway . . . a short poem after the bird feeder video.... now click an ad for the crazy one!

These were put up the day after Thanksgiving, very correct!


These were put of the week BEFORE THANKSGIVING, not so correct:

THE BIRD, from outside, then I filmed them fluttering and eating!

You can hear their wings flutter and a few tweets too!

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Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village, though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

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so quiet in the snow.....