Why Feeders Hang High — Under the hush-hush snow, Della dared herself to land without making one pine needle shake. She wanted the quietest perch in the whole winter garden. Read the full story →
Under the hush-hush snow, Della dared herself to land without making one pine needle shake. She wanted the quietest perch in the whole winter garden. The ground smelled cold and woody, and every low twig went crunch, plop, tumble under the snow.
“Too noisy,” peeped Della. Then she spotted a round seed room swinging from a branch, high above the fox tracks and the frosty fence. She hopped inside. No crunch. No plop. Only a soft creak-creak, like the garden keeping a secret. Other birds tucked in beside her, warm as feathers in a mitten.
Ever since that day, feeders hang high, where small birds can belong above the snowy hush. Next time you see the feeder in the branches, can you find Della’s quiet perch?
