Feeding birds always makes me feel old. Because isn't that what old people do? I put out 1 seed feeder and a hummingbird feeder. Being in the woods, I would like to see what comes to visit. So far I've seen the blue jays, chickadees, goldfinches, some type of sparrow, juncos feeding on the ground, and nuthatches. I even signed on to some type of bird watching site. Oh god, it is over for me. Wait. Did I also recently wear black socks with my Birkenstocks? I'm doomed. Oh well, go big or go home. I shall embrace my fat, balding body with all the cliches I can garnish. Tomorrow, checkers in the park.
On an even more somber note, the hummingbird feeder attracted a tiny female ruby throated hummingbird. I thought it was just one, but really, how would I know it was the same one? Well it wasn't. How do I know? I found a dead one beneath the kitchen window. Then there was one still sipping at the feeder. I have it in a tree away from the house, knowing they are aggressive little creatures and will attack their own reflections or just think the window is reflective "nature". Putting it away from the house wasn't so effective. They are stunningly beautiful even in death.
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