Welcome, friends

This little guy showed up on the patio one morning and hung around for a while. I thought he was ill or injured — he let me get close and didn’t flutter. I sprinkled some food, knowing finches are hangers not ground feeders, because I couldn’t not do something. I left him alone for a bit, and he was gone when I checked back. Hope he made it wherever he was headed.

He’s a perfect bird for the ’Burgh, as is this beauty. I thought she was getting ready to spell out “SOME TEAM” before the Steelers opener — or, as a Facebook friend suggested, “WIN.”  But given how that game turned out, she was probably spelling “WHAT THE…?”

I’m just glad they dropped by.

The ornaments of your house will be the guests who frequent it.
~ Author unknown