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The numbers of items in the 12 Days of Christmas song are a little messed up at my house right now because I have 14 “turtle doves” not two (plus they are Mourning Doves).
Just like in year’s past, the gang gets together every afternoon around dusk and feeds like a crazy flock of chickens. If it’s really cold, some will doze in what’s left of the sunlight.
I’m surprised the neighborhood Cooper’s Hawk hasn’t tried to swoop down during one of the afternoon gatherings and have a Christmas feast of his own, but so far it’s been more like like a Silent Night (well except that it’s still daylight).
Don’t worry. These ladies don’t get my brand of humor either:
