Chippy’s mantra: Gotta fill my cheeks. Gotta fill my cheeks. Gotta fill my cheeks.
What does he know that we don’t?
“Ha, ha, ha–April Fools!” shrieked the red-winged blackbird, who really should have been announcing spring.
Cheery crocuses sing spring, thrifty in their waxy sheathes.
April Fools is for fools.
“I’m in heaven,” twitters the dark-eyed-junco, with a roof over his head and millet at his feet.
What more could he ask for?
Mr. Junco says to Mr. Nuthatch, “Look, there’s plenty here for both of us. Just kick away the snow and you’ll find your stinking sunflower seeds. Leave the millet to me.”
General Black-Eyed doesn’t approve of Lieutenant Junco’s scratching technique.
“What’s all the fuss about?”