I sent Paul to get some more bird seed for me today
as he had some business in the city.
I needed a wild bird seed mix and some black oil.
He called me on the way home to let me know
that the seed costs more than my $38 box of wine.
I knew it would.
(They were each 40lb bags)
So this afternoon I set out to fill my feeders.
About a dozen sparrows watched patiently from about 15 feet away.
I told them to be patient, I was coming.
Then a brave little Chickadee flew right up to the
branch that one of the feeders hung on.
He waited and watched.
I held out my hand with a handful of seed in my palm.
I stood as still as I could.
He wanted to land and eat, I know he did.
He told me he wanted to.
I think I was more skittish than he.
He almost landed. Almost.