This shows off his head as he peers in at his supper.
Partaking of the Seed.
Apparently he has company flying in.
Begin: For eight years I lived in a very small bungalow
on a horrendously busy and dangerous highway.
I had two indoor cats
and no dogs.
The set-up was such that I could not feed birds
without difficulty and hassle.
Now we live in a good -sized farm house
on eight acres outside of our small town.
No more screeching of semi-truck brakes.
No more falling asleep to constant traffic sounds
( you do get used to after awhile.)
We were in the house three months
when we got our Siberian Husky, Ginger.
However, we began feeding the birds immediately.
The previous owners left behind a bird feeder.
We now have 7 feeders of various kinds.
My daily ritual is to fill the feeders and hang them out.
Then I spread corn on the outskirts
of the yard
for our lone deer(we had nine in the winter)
and a peace offering to our neighbor the raccoon.
At night I get the feeders and once more spread corn
I am calmer.
Reminds me of a short story
of a woman who felt responsible for 'her' birds
and only did brief visits to her sister,
so her birds would not wonder where she was.
I'm not to that point and don't plan on getting to that extreme.
Yet one significant discovery
is how animals and birds calm me.
They soothe me.
They become somewhat friends even,
like the deer that watches me distribute
the corn and does not bolt from the yard.
An important theme in my story
is how I am a calmer, nicer, friendlier
person in general
because I tend to the birds, deer, raccoon,
and our cats and dog.
I release the stress and tension of my job
and other responsibilities
through tending for "God's creatures."
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