I Thought I Had A System

In the fall, usually on a day that turns your bare hands blue, I get around to storing things in the shed.

This past week, since the weather was behaving like a prelude to spring, I thought I'd just get a head start and pull out the feeders.


I re-discovered a lot of stuff/junk but not a sign of a feeder.

The untrimmed rose bushes weren't helping and I picked up couple of gashes before telling them what their fate was going to be just as soon as I found the clippers.

Then a thought popped into my head--bloody well about time---seems to me the feeders would be first on the spring recovery list so, where would I put them?

Under the porch swing, that's where.
And sure enough---

So, bring on the birds.