They’re back. The birds are coming home again in small numbers. This round ball of feathers with a belly full of sunflower seeds gave me a one-eyed stare while I swept the back deck yesterday. I remembered the many times I accused Mourning Doves of being feeder hogs, so I felt I owed the cutie a snapshot. Yes, I’ve missed them.
Days are too short, giving me only about thirty minutes of outdoors with the birds and dogs in late afternoon shadows. I’m looking forward to the weekend to decorate the house, including two indoor tall Christmas trees - and dragging around a step ladder. Already, I'm preparing myself to be festive, to immerse myself in holiday spirit, because I'm determined to uphold my own tradition to feel the spirit during the first weekend in December. I already know what Christmas CD I'll be listening to for help. I'll take many breaks... I’ll lose track of time…when I need it…watching the birds.
It’s been a rough week. There’s so much to do. The stye that made me look like an alien is healing and I finished that PowerPoint slideshow yesterday. It’s my best one and I’d love to share some highlights of the Police Cadets in a future post.
The week is almost over. Whew!
a return Visit
3 years ago