birds

For some of us this topic brings up Tippy Hendrin (for those out there who can actually spell, I apologize). All will remember the movie by Hitchcock - The Birds. My birds are back. The sun is creeping up. She hates this daylight savings time also. The birds have finally found my bird feeders. I have the shinny black seed out. It can take them one day to go through half of the feeder. Currently they are being very polite, very southern - taking very dainty pieces. Flying off and chatting....Last winter they were tag team wrestling with each other. The feeders would be almost empty each day. Hungry little birdies!

What makes watching them morning after morning so absolutely restful and charming, I am not quite sure. It is something that makes me feel that all is right with the world. I guess it is also like watching the snow melt. Now that is scary just to type. Let's look at that for a second. I like to watch the snow melt.

Well with that I am going to have to go get my Arnold Palmer and maybe add a bit of vodka or something to it...it just sounds way too sad!