As some of you already know, this blog is called the “Wordfeeder” because I do most of my writing sitting at my kitchen table, looking up occasionally over the screen of my laptop, out our bay window at the birds that live in the woods behind our house and who hang out at the bird feeder on our deck. They’re my buds, these birds, friends of the family whose presence somehow makes writing make sense no matter how much other stuff I should be doing.
I’m not a birdwatcher mind you, but I do enjoy seeing different kinds. This Blue Jay, for example, has been stopping by on and off for the past few days. He’s too big to eat from the feeder, but enjoys the black oil sunflower seeds I spill along our railing. He’s fast, and doesn’t stay long, but today I managed to get two reasonably good pictures of him.
My thanks to Uncle Remus for the lyrics. He had an Eastern Bluebird on his shoulder. Me and my Blue Jay, we have a more modern relationship.
“…Zip-A-Dee-A. My oh my, what a wonderful day!” …Ok, press “Publish” and now I have to do the dishes.
-wf
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