A Typical Fall Morning

Hi everyone! I've been hoping to get some shots of my morning friends for the past week now, and today, they cooperated.

How nice of them!

So, grab a cup of joe (or tea) and enjoy a few of my favorites.

To start, Mr K and I put up a birdfeeder about, oh, let's say a week and a half ago, shall we?

And I grew very sad over a week of finding no birds at the feeder in the morning.

I needn't have worried though. They started coming the following day and have been gorging themselves on our feed ever since.

Between you, me and the lamp post, I think they needed to get the memo from the head bird that a new feeder was in town.
Anyway, this morning was full of activity.

Fall is here, by the way

Then I looked down at our pecan shell mulch and saw this fellow.

I have no idea what bird this one is with the grey back and red chest. I know it's a finch variety, but other than that, no clue.
That said, he's mighty purty.

And then I heard what sounded like an angry chirp. There in the tree was this one.

Yeesh! I apparently upset him. If a bird could give attitude, this one sure is doing just that.
I think he expected coffee instead of seed.

"I do not deem this morning suitable for a photo. You have the wrong breakfast."

 He left a second later. And I got distracted by the beauty of fall.

Ah me! What glorious colors there be!

It's my favorite season.

Chilly nights, light sweaters, hot chocolate and hot cider.
Too bad we don't have a fireplace in this rental...but at least the heater works.

It's getting cold.

Oh, and we finally got our France shipment! Yay!  We have winter clothes now!

Apparently it was just sitting in a warehouse, two hours away, for the last two weeks after having already passed the extensive customs inspection.

Yup. We were the lucky ones. Those customs guys spent three days of looking through our books and clothes.

So, we think they were waiting for someone else to move up here on the mesa. We only had 21 boxes, so it was relatively small compared to most moves.

That said, I'm ever thankful that I have a wonderful husband who lit a fire under their feet so we could get our fall and winter clothes. It was getting too cold to wear tank tops and a lightweight cardigan much longer.

Mr K, if you're reading this, you're my hero!

Back to the birds.

I looked away to get some coffee and came back to the window. The word must've spread fast.

I heard a sweet little chirp and pointed the camera up and found this little guy.

I think he was looking at me as much as I was looking at him.

 Again, no idea what kind of bird he is, but he is gorgeous with that hint of red all over.

Kinda like a cardinal and a finch had a baby.

I think one of these finches is confused. Last I checked, they weren't made to be woodpeckers.

On a side-but-somewhat-related note, mornings out here are just lovely. I mean, look at this blue sky!

 

I don't think I could ever tire of the colors. So I'll post another one.

As I sipped my café au lait, I heard a huge rustle coming from my mailbox.

Now, eight in the morning is rather early for our mailman to deliver mail. He usually comes around noon. So of course, the kid in me thought that maybe it was a package.

Don't deny it.

You know what I mean. You see the UPS truck drive down your street and you get excited.

Yeah, it happens to me quite frequently...and then I remember that I didn't order anything.

Anyway, hope still budded and with my trusty camera hanging from it's strap around my neck, I took to another window to see if it was something for me. And low and behold, a woodpecker.

He's posing.

I wasn't disappointed in the least. He was better than any package.

A flash of fur caught my eye as I watched the woodpecker fly off. So to the garage I went.

You see, we have good windows on our door there. And the fur thing zipped under my car...which was left outside in the frost. Poor Rosa.

Anyway, I can assure you that an empty garage, at 8am, and in 40 degree weather is exactly what you think it would be: COLD.

Thankfully, I only had to wait about five minutes until he appeared on the otherside of Rosa.

Look at the wittle bunny!

So cute.

My sisters and brother have a bunny. He's called Moose. And he's a real sweetie.

My Dad goes goo-goo over the little guy. And that's a sight to behold.

Anywho, the bunny's for you, Miss O.

Well, the visiting hour ended at nine. And so did my desire to continue to stay in the cold to take photos.

Enjoy the critters from the warmth of your homes, folks!

Until next time,
Bisous!