Siskin

I’m missing the old fella. Most evenings I would hop onto the window cill and tap the glass with my beak while he was watching telly. He’d talk to me sometimes, and told cameraman to make sure I was kept well fed. This little siskin visited the bird bath this morning.

Siskin

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