Tuesday, February 22, 2011
The feeder birds are awaiting bird seed before I am properly dressed. While I shovel the deck, they call from the safety of the nearby trees, as though announcing that progress towards the arrival of their food is finally underway. Juncos sit on nearby branches, each apparently determined to be the first at the feeders whenever I retreat to the cabin. They aren’t willing to go the feeder before I leave the deck, but don’t want me out of their sight, as though they won’t wait even a single second once I am safely gone.