Out to the garage, he stokes up his snowblower,
To clear off that three inches of snow.
He knows he has to finish his chores,
Before the cold west winds blow.

He clears off the driveway, then off to the feeders
That he's posted all around the place.
His mini four-wheel drive tractor is loaded up with feed,
He sets off with a grim, determined face.

The first feeder, he loads with sunflower seeds
Especially for the chickadees and blue jays.
The next stop, he loads with wild bird seed,
Which the sparrows and juncos eat always.

Finally, he comes to his pride and joy,
Though at its cost, the budget pinches.
For the Niger thistle is the favorite dessert
Of the pine siskins, and especially the finches.

He'd seen an evening grosbeak among the finches,
It was there once, but hasn't been back.
It must have been the featured professional speaker
At the local Finch Rotary Pack!

He's made his rounds, and filled up the bins,
The good news amongst the critters is spread.
He parks his trusty tractor, and heads back inside,
To his wife, he says "Well, dear, the livestock are fed!"