I come by for a visit once or twice a week to grab a bite to eat. I sit enjoying one of the few moments where finding an empty perch isn't quite the exhausting feat. Sometimes my friend Downy, flies over to be around me, and goes to pecking away at her treat. We go about our dining, changing feeders now and then. There's always something delicious here, unless the Golds and the Trees have flown in. Today is a great day. No rushing about in a bird whirlwind. Just me and my friend Downy, we'll quietly dine and discuss if the snow's ever going to end.