Breakfast visitor

We were eating breakfast when my wife said, "Oh look -- two raspberry finches!" (She's like me -- she knows they are officially called purple finches, but she doesn't care.)

They were right outside the window eating the wax balls. They carried one off to a nearby fence but dropped it. Then they left on their morning jaunt.

Uhh, wax balls: you know -- snowberries, Symphoricarpos albus. Sheesh.