Watering hole

One of the best purchases I’ve ever made—next to the squirrel-proof feeder on a shepherd’s hook with a torpedo baffle—has been the heated birdbath.

No, the water is not warm and there’s no jacuzzi (although it would be fun to watch birds turning the jets on and off by pecking a button). It just means that the water doesn’t freeze, so the birds can drink even in the coldest weather.

And it’s been in the ‘teens this past week, so that’s a big deal.

I’m sorry I’ve not been able to get the camera out fast enough whenever one bellies up to the bar, but I do so love watching them at it. It’s a small thing in the global scheme, but it makes me happy to do it.