I've been hearing a lot of "peter, peter, peter" at the log cabin, so then I just figured the Tufted Titmouse was telling me his name. So here's Peter. The other day he thought it was funny to bounce off my head while I was trying to hand feed the chickadees. Perhaps Peter would like to eat out of my hand?!
*P.S. I am headed to the cabin this weekend and will catch up with you on Sunday. Sorry if I've missed some of your blogs lately, it's been crazy at my house since I've been helping my husband with his company as well as managing my own.
Crossed The Halfway Mark of EDM
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