The birds are flummoxed by the warm spell. A cardinal hops quizzically across the yellow grass. A blue jay climbs the tallest branches of the magnolia. Chickadees hop around, and a whole flock of red wings comes soaring over the marsh, well before their time. The red wings swarmed the bird feeder until they realized they were too heavy to stay aboard. All the seeds are just about gone anyway.
The feeder is set up as a bird house also. Unoccupied as of yet. Made me wonder what would happen if we all had to share a common house/market, dropping in suddenly and foisting off the others. I guess we do, sort of.