So, although I've never fed the birds on my back deck, not particularly wanting to encourage the leaving of bird fertilizer on the wooden planks, this morning was an exception. I swept away a swath of snow near the door, used the broom handle to write my grandchildren's names in a stretch of untouched snow, then scattered a few handfuls of seed on the bare flooring, wondering how long it would take the birds to find this new food source. By the time I walked from my back door to the bay window, they'd found it.
Cardinals, titmice, towhees, wrens, chickadees, and a few others I can't identify. Even a downy woodpecker stopped by to investigate the goings on.
Now Daisy, her whiskers twitching, is perched on the corner of the table, quivering. No wonder I don't have a TV. This is much more interesting.
Next year, if it snows again, I'll be able to look out on my deck and see the birds and the bees. Hmm...
BEEattitude for Day # 93:
Blessed are those who feed the birds, for their ears and hearts shall be filled with singing.
One thing Fran is grateful for right now:
Wild Birds Unlimited, where I buy all my birdseed