Even in the winter time, Dad loved feeding the birds. He even had a few bird books to check them out!!! Hope you enjoy this poem about wild birds!!
                            
"Wild Birds"

Digging, scratching, chirping low,
Wild birds, out in the snow.
Feeding on the wild seed,
God put there, his birds to feed.


Slyly moving in the brush,
Protected from the cold winds rush.
Finding berries, bugs and seeds,
God put there, his birds to feed.
Flitting low then flyng high,
Knowing they're within God's eye.
Feeding on the lowly weed,
God put there, his birds to feed.

E.H. Coe 1974