The Singer

They are always talking to each others. Its modest but constant.
Its not loud, quite opposite. But in winter there is so few birds that you can hear it clearly.
Or you can see it, like me, behind window.

Antibiotics makes me tired,so lots and lots of time spent under blanket.
Tomorrow back to work. Hurrah... or not.
Well, tomorrow we know.

It's a male Bullfinch in my cherry tree.