Bucket of seed in hand, I approached our two empty seed feeders, right by the suet feeder that I had filled not five minutes earlier. I looked down and my thoughts were, “Ah! Poor little bird. I was just here. Did you just drop dead off of the feeder?”
Out loud, I heard myself say, “Oh! Wait! There’s a snake attached to you.”
CJ heard me, rushed over and excitedly announced, “That’s a new one”.
I let CJ have the pleasure of completing the night’s feed.