Let me introduce you to Pierre.
Of course he has a French name.
We moved into our home in July of 2005.
A week after moving in, my dad became very ill and passed away.
A very sad time.
My dad's birthday is in September. A few days after his birthday, Pierre showed up.
I was standing outside and he flew right up on the fence.
I gave him some nibbles (sorry Tommy), he ate them and then flew away.
But, he kept coming back.
He doesn't like bird seed, he prefers other goodies.
Every Fall, he shows up.
I will be in the kitchen or living room and there he is, staring in the window at me.
He visits throughout the day during the fall and winter.
When the serious heat arrives, he leaves.
This bird is a lot smarter than we are-hehe.
I like to think he flies to northern AZ for the summer.