My five wooden, moveable ornaments will be hung on the staircase at Christmas.
I have yet to find the right foliage to hang them on and freezing rain is in the forecast so I'll have to wait a day or two.
My children, and now my grands, love to play with them as they head up to the loft to the Christmas tree.
Her job, I presume, was to stand on the bows so they were on good and tight and lie across the tissue paper to keep it perfectly flat. The chewing on the ribbon was short-lived.
I spotted a 'new kid on the block' today looking out the sliding door window. He/she was obviously hunting and quite comfortable with it all. Looked well-fed (hopefully not with my birds) so I won't worry about it. I'll just watch for the hunter again.
And the glorious mourning dove is here now for the winter. How I miss them all summer long. They have arrived in a large flock, close to thirty, and I will gladly keep them fed all winter.
And the junco is back, too. Cutest little birds. They are about the same size as the chickadee and seem to get along with them well.
I hope you are all enjoying these days up to Christmas.
I've been watching lots of Christmas movies and drinking far too much hot chocolate
in between the shopping and wrapping of presents.
All good, all fun.
But I best go.
The branches are vibrating and I just heard a bell ring under the tree.
Be kind, Deb