The Eyes Have It

More mild temps and sunshine today.  I spread compost over the flower bed and the forester pruned the grape wines.  There was a gathering of wax eyes at both feeders and on the fruit I put out for them.  I liked seeing so many white ringed eyes so I cropped off the top of the feeder.  The extra is just because I like it.  I think it had just flown in  and was about to hop up and drink.  

Can't Take My Eyes Off You  


. . . Pardon the way that I stare
There's nothin' else to compare
The sight of you leaves me weak
There are no words left to speak
But if you feel like I feel
Please let me know that it's real
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off of you . . .