Feeding Time
Storms have rumbled around the Hill Country all night, mostly to the west and north. The tail of one of them is dragging across me even as I write this morning. But it’s light and I doubt anything very heavy will fall. That’s okay. We’ve had a decent couple of weather weeks. And a half inch or so of another gentle rain is nice. I’m sure the plants and trees are in heaven, because everyone is putting on new duds in the form of foliage.
Of course, I'll have to wait to feed the birds. The feeder is now a bath once again. But nothing is being wasted. The raccoons make sure of that. I put some apples out with the feed yesterday because my son suggested it was one way to attract orchard orioles, although he couldn’t be sure if it wasn’t oranges. Didn’t matter, I didn’t have any of the latter. So, apple it was.
The house sparrows wanted nothing to do with the apple slices and hung on the fence most of the day, only going in to eat like little dive bombers. They used the same tactic as the black-capped chickadees that hang around. It was big bird day yesterday. Doves, cardinals and bluejays came shopping. It was a nice change, but I may have to re-think my apple offering. That may be a pricier table than I’m willing to set. But we’ll see. After all, the birds bring me pleasure and it may be a small price to pay for a bit of daily joy.