winter birds

Each morning one of us puts out corn and fills the feeders. It's part of the unwritten reciprocal agreement between the flying/furry winter residents and ourselves. I do not always see them, but their tracks and scat converge under the feeders Chickadees, Junco, Woodpeckers, Gold Finches, Doves, Blue Jays, Nuthatches, 25 Mallards, red and grey squirrels, fox and an unidentified visitor or two. On these cold quiet winter mornings the only sounds are the feathered flit and squeek of wings. I think of Haiti, and the mourning crys for help. I give what I can.