Life lessons from the bird feeder: Reprise
I don't know how they seem to know. Maybe the dumb ones don’t and that’s why I don’t see them too long. I’ll be sitting on my back patio, coffee by my elbow, newspaper in hand, when a sudden and deafening silence will jar me out of my concentrated reverie. All the birds, from the noisy, exuberant... Sign in to see full entry.