Today I was in Fleet Farm buying yellow paint for the exterior of one of our cabins. On the way to the checkout lanes, I was drawn to the sound of trickling water. When I spied this fountain I immediately gushingly fell in love with the little yellow bird (a finch) and the bunny peeking over the ledge of an old tree trunk. I knew that they must come home with me. We set it up on our porch near a table where Dick and I have our meals together and guests sit a while to watch the variety of birds that come to our feeders. Can you hear the trickle?
Whiteley Creek Homestead 
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