Many of the folks whose blogs I enjoy have been buried in snow over the last few days--while we in Maine, who have had way more than our share of snow--had nothing but rain. The rain started Friday evening and when I awoke on Saturday morning, I heard what sounded like little birds tweetering outside. The rain had stopped and I imagined that they had been blown north by the storm. Wishing to welcome the birds to my yard, I hurriedly whipped up a batch of Zick dough.
As I melted and measured and mixed the ingredients, I realized that the insistent sound of the birds was coming from one of my kitchen cabinets--opening the cabinet, I discovered little kitten Judith, trapped within. Apparently, it was her little mews for help that I had heard--not a yard full of hungry traveling birds.
Well, I put some of the dough out anyway, hoping that the two chickadees or the one bluejay who have been visiting my feeder would enjoy it and within 30 minutes, a huge flock of birds descended on my birch tree suet feeder. They weren't the most well-mannered birds that I've ever seen nor the most attractive, but beggers can't be choosers and I was happy to see something alive and flying and it was fun to watch them devour the food.