We were going to feed the birds.
I had it on good authority from my tour guide that the chickadees would eat out of your hand.
It had been raining for days around these parts, after a huge dump of snow.
We were prepared for mud.
There was no mud.
But there were chickadees that ate out of your hand.
Clearly, I had mistaken the chickadee for a Pterodactyl.
And I was not the only one that was a little freaked out.
Ahhh the boy is all mine.
Soo many funny pictures from today.
I feel some scrappiness coming one. ;)
Nighty Night!
