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Summer to Autumn 2013

January 2009
Summre 2012
Summer 2012
Nov. 2011: People we have Lost
January 2011
July 2010 - The Healing Hands of Water
Dog Gone Days - February 2010
January 2009
First of December, 2008
Say Hello to Heaven
Easter at Our House - 2008
January 2008
Christmas 2007
Summer of My Convertible
Burying Joe Miller
Chickens Gone Wild


I put up bird feeders this winter.


Being out of work, I figured I would sit in the warm splendor of my little house with the fireplace burning bright, write some, read some, and be a frozen Francis of Assisi - watching my avian friends come and go.


The first few days after I hung the feeders, no one showed up. I was crest-fallen there were no birds and I thought about putting up an “open 24 hours sign”. Friends who know birds counseled that they would find “Glenn’s Diner” soon enough.


And they did. After two days of fretful waiting, little winged patrons started showing up and telling all their friends. The place was a hit.


The birds would venture to the bushes and then come to the feeders in their time. They came out from cover and decided the feeders were safe.


I put one feeder too close to a window and, to put it politely, the birds are dinging up the glass. I was going to clean it, but decided it could wait until spring when I plan on removing a wall and that window anyway. There will be French doors and a deck (there is no depth a man will not plumb to avoid cleaning a window that is not attached to his car ;-)


But I soon found out these were gluttons – little pigs with wings.


The 20 pound bags disappeared as quickly as winter sunlight at dusk. And I felt guilty if the tubes got too low, too quick. THEN I found out that Cardinals and Blue Jays don’t like the tube things and feed only on the ground.


SO I started to throw seed on my walk to attract them. And it did. Red birds sit in my Lilac bush and porky Blue Jays are hanging out on my hand railing. All to the consternation and complete joy of Jessica (the Guinea Hen) because now there is new seed AND company outside the back door.


That means a lot of seed in single digit days.  So I got stingy and bought a cheaper brand of chow. Suddenly the crowds have slackened - like I am using margarine in place of unsalted butter. We get what we pay for, I suppose. But they will have to deal.

We first seek what we want, settle for what we need and then accept what we can get.


And on my walk yesterday, I heard a tweet, tweet, tweet - a few Robins flit by. This is not spring in the Northeast, but they seem to be getting by in-spite of what people expect. Stubborn will trump smart most times.


So here I am at the end of January – a bit depressed by the season and myself in general. The last month or two have been a personal let down for several reasons, and my eyes are crying out for glasses… I am beginning to force myself to a better spring.


I always light a candle this week for some people who have passed: my mother and someone who means the world to someone who means the world to me. We give them light to let them know we are here. They are already home.


And I stand above the Kinderhook Creek – roaring in the absolute chambers of cold – accepting and being what the seasons demand.


These things remind me of the good things I have, and I try to take a lesson from my bird visitors – that there is food out there, there is comfort in joining with our own kind, and we can survive on the things we know, and perhaps go farther when we are willing to learn a bit. Evolve from our past discretions.


And never simply accept what is offered us.



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