Looking out the patio doors I see the happy dance of baby snow tornadoes racing across the buried backyard. I watch the latest flock of cardinals, chickadees and one lone woodpecker clinging frantically to the bird feeder snatching up icy seed. They will stay there all day, interchangeable with other family members, as they tuck away food like a famished driver hitting a truck stop. No doubt they bitch about the food and tell about their near misses on the roads and/or skies.
Which reminds me. Burt noticed a small hawk perched on the grill the other day. Small meaning it was only 2 times the size of our resident doves. He then floated up to the bird feeder to wait. No doubt he appreciates our convenient restaurant accomodations for the movable feast he calls dinner. Well carnivores have to eat too!
We do not discriminate against any who choose to dine at "Cher Ide". Come as you are. The birds and squirrels look permanently pregnant as they fluff up feathers and fur, respectively, to ward off the cold. Normally conversation is diminished as they save their breath for chewing. Although occasionally a small skirmish breaks out as bigger birds try to oust the smaller ones. The squirrels conjure up enough energy to chase each other and attempt to hide corn put out for the deer in one of the burlap-covered bushes.
The deer always wait a day after service has been provided and remain ever vigilant as they chew with one eye always moving, checking the area. Very difficult to do, unless you are a deer of course. I love to turn the backyard floodlight on and we stare at each other through the glass, darkly, of course for you literary fans.
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