Snow Birds
My wife has been on me of late to keep the bird feeders full. “Don’t they fly south for the winter?” I asked.
“Not all of them. Some of them stay here year round.”
“Oh. Well, couldn’t they just stay at someone else’s house? Why do they have to stay in our yard?”
The glare I received clearly told me that an answer would not be forthcoming and that my most prudent move at this point would be to feed the birds.
I did. And now that the temperatures have dipped to well below freezing and any thoughts of a journey to warmer climes is mute for my feathered friends I shall continue to fill their feeders throughout the winter. Deep down, I know they’re grateful. They better be!
At least I know the cats are pleased. The ceremonial feathered offerings on my back porch clearly indicates as much.
I’m happy to report that the little Cardinal above is still eating my weekly offerings of sunflower seeds. Regardless of what my cats believe, I do not fill the bird feeders for them. I do it for my love of all things audubon because my wife told me to.
Fun. Our kids wonder why I won’t buy them hamsters or gerbils or fish. My patent answer is “Cat bait.”
LOL! I need you to call my husband and talk to him. He doesn’t get the whole “just do it because I said” thing!
Nice pic of the bird, by the way.
Your wife been talkin to my wife??
Gette–I keep telling the cats that it’s not a trap!
zak–It’s a very complicated learning curve. I’m still working on it. Maybe you need to work on your glare–then he’ll know you mean it.
James–They all talk, man. It’s a conspiracy!
No way I would trudge out in that cold to feed the birds. Yea, I would definitely make my husband do it too!
My wife never considered doing it herself!