Take a look at this winter scene outside my window.
Do you see anything wrong with this picture? Like the fact that there are no birds at the feeder? And the fact that the feeder is (still) full?
I was too late.
I didn't remember to put the feeder out this fall.
Being the compassionate tightwad that I am, I only feed the birds in winter when food is more scarce.
Usually I put the feeder out before December and bravely wade through the frigid air and cold white fluff to refill it every few days. I love to watch the Nuthatches, Chickadees, Cardinals, and other birds daily.
But I was too late.
I put it out in January.
I don't have to spell out the kind of winter we are having. Apparently the birds don't want to go check out the new neighborhood rest stop in the dead of tough winters. I don't blame them.
But I miss them.
The feeder has been out for more than a month now. It's frustrating that all that good seed is sitting unnoticed and blowing in the wind. I have seen birds briefly hang out in the tree, little feathery puff-balls roosting on a branch. And one or two have investigated the feeder. But they did not return or go tell their birdie friends about it.
Who knew word of mouth had such power, even among the birds?
(Perhaps the inventor of the Tweet actually knew what he/she was doing?)
So, the feeder forlornly hangs, a bleak reminder of my ineptness, my forgetfulness.
But it's also an anticipated source of joy for me and a patient beacon for my little beaked friends to find when they are ready to look.
Keep warm and well fed!