An elderly woman enjoys watching her little feathered friends on a snowy day in Ohio.
I sit here in the comfort of my nice, warm home and watch the little birds flitting back and forth from the feeder. Good thing my husband, Errol, filled it yesterday before the snow started flying!
There are at least 40 or more birds on the ground and about a dozen in the feeder itself: blue birds, finches of all kinds, cardinals, tufted titmice, chickadees, cedar waxwings, juncos (I call them snow birds), sparrows, and towhees, to name a few. Even some woodpeckers came to see what all the fuss was about.
Now it is snowing heavily; we're to get at least six inches or more. A great day to stay in; glad I'm not an animal or bird!
I have enjoyed watching birds my whole life; it's something I've done ever since I was a little girl. Now I'm grown, married, and have children and grandchildren, and this interest has never waned, not even once. In fact, my husband and children (as well as the grands) enjoy watching the birds almost as much as I do.
Maybe one of the grands will end up becoming a naturalist. All but the very youngest love nature: birds, animals, the weather, trees, flowers, the whole shebang. Doesn't matter: as long as it's nature-inspired, they're very into it. (The youngest grand baby is only a baby: only four months of age; his name is Malachi.)
Well, I am going to get back to watching the birds; I have been having an absulute ball watching them all morning! They surely do lead busy, interesting lives!
A lovely way to spend the afternoon, looking at our feathered friends. Out there. In the cold and snow. Wish we could open the windows and let them come in and get warm! :) Well done, Karen.
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
A book of nature inspired poems and essays, written from the heart and soul of a life-long nature, animal, and wilderness lover, and dedicated to today’s children - Earth's only hope for a better tomorrow.
This book won 'The Poetry Category'
