Everyone has to stand in line sometimes, even our bird friends.
Some butt to the front of the line...
...and some... like this little yellow headed black bird...
... are very patient and respectful.
I love how he peeks around to see what's happening...
... then his gentle approach into the bird feeder.
I found my bird feeder buried on my great grandparent's ranch in Montana
several years ago. A little worn, but a treasure filled with memories.
Patience and memories not a bad way to enjoy the day...
*Last time in Barn Stories : Sleeping Giants
