What heaven is this? Where am I?
Hey, guys, can we have a little chat??
Please don't chase me away from the feeder!!
My baby and I were blown in on during yesterday's gale force wind!
We're lost and we're hungry!
Can't you hear my poor baby, calling and calling for food?
Oh, thank you, thank you.
We'll be out of your way once we 'power up'!
Okay, sweet child, we can stay here, rest up, and get our bearings.
But you have to behave yourself and stop that loud and incessant begging!
Our hosts will only tolerate so much!
You poke around here, where you'll be safe,
and I'll be back in a minute with a tasty treat!
Mmmm-mmm-mm, try this!
Which way did she go?
Hope she brings back more!!
Junco's are not residents on my property, and only pass through in the spring.
Imagine my surprise when I heard the unfamiliar voices
of these sweet little birds in my rock garden.
The little story is true. I was glued to my seat
as I watched it unfold and realized what was going on.
Initially, the adult junco tried to access the feeder and the ground below,
but the song sparrows kept chasing it off.
I'm glad I grabbed my camera when I did!
By late afternoon of the following day, they were gone.
Safe journey, my little friends.
Glad you found refuge here with me!!