Simple joys | Feeding the birds
When we lived in our old neighborhood, our next door neighbor—a woman in her 80's—had several feeders, birdbaths and suet stations scattered about.
I remember once when Bethany was about four, she said: "Mommy, the prettiest birds come to see us."
I had to tell her I was pretty sure that they were there to see Betty.
When we moved to our new house, I missed "Betty's Birds" and we started our own feeder. I learned through trial/error which feeds drew which types of birds and now we have a large collection of doves, sparrows, blue jays, a cardinal pair, one woodpecker and a handful of squirrels. (We even have a hawk who visits, but for the record, he is there for the sparrows and not the seeds.) Other birds like starlings and finches come seasonally. For awhile, we even had a yellow parakeet.
It is surprising to me how much joy there can be in something as simple as a bird feeder.