HEY ! HARRY !!! OVER HERE !
turns out i didn’t need to worry. when i lived at my wee blink bonnie . . . i loved all the birds. i had six trees around my house and three crepe mrytles and two birdbaths. and i fed them. mostly in the winter. but i kept fresh water for them year round.
when i moved here to the little wren house . . . it was the one thing i was concerned about. would i miss my birds? are there that many birds here?
i moved here in the end of january. still lots of winter weather to go before the warmth of spring. still . . . what did i hear? yes!
my ‘resort apartments’ have huge trees all around. and we’re about a quarter of a mile from a forest before it slopes down to the river.
now. spring is in full force. EVERYTHING is in raucous bloom! and green. thanks to the recent hail and thunderstorms. not enough rain to stop the three year drought . . . but still! enough to quench the dry heat in our hearts and give us hope.
i have always awakened ‘with the birds’ as they say. probably from over 20 years of a long commute to work and the last 15 years of having to be there by 7 am.
old habits die hard. but as habits go . . . that is one i still enjoy. not the work part or the commute! i hear the people up on the highway and i’m SO grateful i’m out of that mess. i am loving my retirement!
no. i just happily sit in my chair by the big window in the little wren house and watch the golden sun appear and listen to my noisy neighbors . . . the birds!
“charlie! hey man! get a move on. it won’t be breakfast time forever you know!”
“have you seen that cute little sparrow over on the roof of number 6 building?” “wow! she could make me a nest anytime!!!”
“good morning mrs robin. how are the little ones today?”
“jane. i disagree. just because he’s a blue jay doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to treat a lady!”
oh. the chatter goes on and on. and i swear ~ nigh onto a june bug ~ i just never get bored with it or irritated by it.
they are such wonderful noisy neighbors! their constant chatter is music to my ears. the very best kind.
i didn’t need to worry at all.
til soon old bean!