The winter birds lift my heart in gratitude each and every moment of each and every day
I always stand outside (each and every day) raise my hands to the sky
And Yell—yes I yell—Please come to our farm! Each and all of you are welcome
And it seems to be working
It’s true I reach out to them with scattered seeds and yummy bits of bird food
I honestly don’t care what variety comes
How big or how small
They are all welcome.
(Even sleepy little loud noisy starlings)
Wings, and brilliant colors, our farm is L.O.U.D with song!
Welcome! I call.
I feel truly blessed!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,