Not one
to linger too long with Christmas decorations, we moved the tree from the
sunroom to the outside. This has become a small tradition each year – to place
the entire thing, still in the stand, propped beside the tube feeder just off
the porch. Until spring arrives, we then enjoy an evergreen addition to the
side yard.
The
birds certainly seem to appreciate this, for within minutes of setting the tree
in place, several chick-a-dees alighted on the boughs nearest the feeder, using
them as cover I suspect from the potential of the red-tails or the falcons.
They’d hop flight quickly to the tube, reach within to extract the seed, and
return quickly to the Christmas tree to open the casing. The juncos too seem to
enjoy the new addition, as do the mourning doves, both milling about beneath
like chickens in a barnyard searching randomly for cast-off fare.
Meanwhile,
the sunroom floor was littered with dropped needles from our moving the tree, and
we collected these with a dustpan, enough to fill a half-gallon bag. I took
these to the fireplace room, spread them quickly on the crackling wood in the
stove, and watched as they sizzled and smoked, making the room fragrant with a
tinged piney odor.
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