for the birds.

Long, Long ago. . . probably close to a year ago, when baby foxtrot was still growing within, Daddy Foxtrot started nesting. He brought home house plants and . . . birds. . . Ringo, Robirda, and Richard. We picked out a beautiful cage. Ringo and Richard sing some lovely songs. Robirda has left us many eggs and last summer we even had 7 birds living in the cage. Hubby built them a little aviary on the porch so they could fly around on nice days. The winter months have been cold and the birds have been making a mess inside.  So I made this little ditty yesterday.

I don't know why I didn't do it sooner, but in less than an hour, while the little fox danced in his johnny jump-up, it was made.