Over the weekend Virgil put a bird feeder at the window of my craft room. There is a hook that suctions to the window and the feeder hangs from there.
I sit at my desk and watch the birds take their turn on the feeder. They flit between the fence the feeder and my window seal. I love the quizzical motion of their heads as they check out their shadow on the window. I love their fussiness. I love their whimsy.