My back garden is busy these days. I’ve been much more prompt about filling the bird feeders and keeping suet and seeds out on the bird table. I have both large and small birds coming by every morning and every evening and as I keep saying here, I get such a kick out of watching them.
The two pigeons who feed at the bird table have adopted me. They sit very, very high in a tree in a neighboring garden. I see them perched on the tippy top. As soon as I step out onto the patio and open my shed door, they come flying to my yard and sit on my back fence and stare at me. If I don’t feed them immediately then they come a little closer and sit on the side fence and look sideways at me.
One day AP made up a conversation between the two pigeons and it went something like this:
“Dad…should we be out looking for food?”
“No, son. Just sit here and a nice lady will come out and put food on that table…”
“But dad! Isn’t that dangerous? I mean…what if the lady goes away? Shouldn’t we be out looking for food on the ground or in the blackberry brambles?”
My sister and her grand daughters are coming for a visit! They arrive in two days and there is so much to do to prepare. Yet. I drag my feet. In between washing floors and changing beds, I went out to the shed and worked on some pieces.
Surprisingly, I concentrated and work steadily for quite awhile. I can do that when I’m trying to avoid cleaning. Funny how that works.