".... singin sweet songs of melodies pure and true"
Okay, maybe not three little birds, more like one. And not so much my doorstep, more like bedroom window. =3 I heard a bang on my bedroom window and thought it was strange since I'm on the second floor. I looked over and there was a little black bird with an orange beak sitting there. His feathers were all wet from the snow. He loked at me for a bit, then started pecking around in my window sill, then preened himself and flew off. Just thought I'd share it with everyone here. It started my day off on a good note.
Okay, maybe not three little birds, more like one. And not so much my doorstep, more like bedroom window. =3 I heard a bang on my bedroom window and thought it was strange since I'm on the second floor. I looked over and there was a little black bird with an orange beak sitting there. His feathers were all wet from the snow. He loked at me for a bit, then started pecking around in my window sill, then preened himself and flew off. Just thought I'd share it with everyone here. It started my day off on a good note.