My Poor Babies!

Oh my gosh. The finches are upset with me. My condo has a small patio. In order to prepare the charcoal in the broiler I had to fold up the umbrella that the finches use for a trampoline. Then, since I kept bumping my head and getting my hair full of thistle seed, I moved the feeder to a different hook. The finches have already had to cope with the removal of the old fence and building of the new fence this week. This seems to have put them completely over the edge. I am wondering if I should dissolve a couple Zoloft in the birdbath. It's all going to be okay. (Don't mention to them that I'm going to broil chicken.)