Boy Meets Bird

We are filling the feeders. It’s a balmy November morning, maybe already 50°F and due to rise into the 60s. Not really critical, for the birds, this feeding. But we got up early, strangely for us, so why not.

Mama: “What do you like best about feeding the birds?”

LittleBirder: “The way the seeds fall and sprinkle all over.”

And here I was thinking about the birds we see, and he likes the cascading sound and feel. Pay attention to the now, MamaBirder. He is!