Dec 23 2008
Snow birds
Those little birds you northern types send me from northern climes are doing well. I just want you to know that. Outside my window, as I type, they are chattering away and fighting each other for the right to sit on the feeder and eat. They are so much like people.
Sometimes they do a funny thing. They try to sit on the sloped edge of the window and look in. This window has no ledge for them to sit on, just a slope where it meets the wall. They have a hard time staying there, but they are undeterred. Sometimes they even tap on the window. Are you there? I’m positive they aren’t looking for the cat.
Out in back, near the window where we sit to eat, there are two feeders and a tray where I sometimes dump goodies. All is squirrel proof. One feeder has black Niger seeds. The little birds love that, especially the finches. The other feeder has black sunflower seeds mixed with various other seeds. We love to watch them squabble for the food. There’s plenty there. They just want to eat theirs first.
Today they’re getting pretty rowdy. It must be because they suspect I’m out of seeds. I am. When it’s time to fill the feeders there’s not a bird in site, but I hear little positive sounding chirps in the trees and bushes. I think they’re trying to encourage me to keep it up.
Remember the little wild things this Christmas. They’re hungry and need shelter just like the rest of us.
Marilynne 
