I awakened this morning with many thoughts flooding my mind of missions to accomplish today. My first mission was to shampoo and condition my hair. Done. I can check that task off my missions list.
My next mission was to make a cup of Espresso to sip while waiting for the time to rinse the conditioner out. Some days the Espresso is delicious but some days it’s horrid. Today it was—you guessed it—horrid. The Espresso and I parted company.
I was beckoned to spend time on my patio. The bright shining sun met me as I stepped out the door and hugged me like a long-lost friend delivering me a present of Vitamin D. The pleasant breeze gently swirled joyfully around me.
Flowers gently brushed with kisses. Trees flow to the tune of an unheard melody. I can see the dance but can’t hear the song. It must not be for me.
Birds chirped and soared on the wind. Beautiful butterflies gently sip the sweet nectar of the flower garden. Dead leaves disconnected from the stately tree as they float haphazardly to their final resting place. Planes cross the skies—some starting and some ending their journey.
Empty bird feeders swayed to the rhythm of the breeze. Why are you hanging empty? Is there not a cause you hang for? You’re waiting, I know for your next assignment of course—to be filled and give out once more.
Moving onward to accomplish my next mission.
This year I decided to make a flower garden to woo bees and butterflies to join the birds that visit for their daily rations.
Captured A Bird Feeding
Bees are disappearing. That means honey can become scarce or non-existent. I use honey most of the time in my recipes, tea and coffee. So quite naturally I want to do what I can to keep Bees in business short of having beehives.
Butterflies are a wonder to me. I think, how can something that looks like a relative to a worm transform into an amazingly beautiful specimen. Those beautiful, colorful specimens need to take their place in my garden.
I also want to get some different birds other than the regulars to come. Most of the birds are brown ones. Blue, Yellow and Red ones would be a great additions. Let’s not forget Hummingbirds. They are amazing to look at as they flutter in mid-air as they sip on the juice I custom make for them.
The birds that come to my yard now no longer fly away when I go out to my patio to take pictures of them. I’m waiting to take a picture of a Hummingbird in mid-air.
My neighbors have this beautiful bird that sits on a perch on their patio. I snapped a few pictures of him while taking pictures of the one’s in my yard.
Once I get the garden growing and all the critters that I’ve invited start coming, I’ll be a happy camper when I’m sitting in the yard photographing and enjoying them.
There’s a fight in my yard. No referee to be found. A brawl—it must be a brawl. Wings flapping frantically, squawking and pecking. Ducking and dodging, perch dives. I should be selling tickets for this event. And the winner is…
A year ago I bought my first bird feeder to draw wild birds to my yard. This year I added a couple more feeders including a Hummingbird feeder.
One of the feeders has two perches. That doesn’t work when there are four or more birds fighting for their turn.
The other feeder’s perch can accommodate at least six birds. Sometimes that doesn’t work either.
The bigger feeder has different food in it. I’ve come to the conclusion the birds like the food in the little feeder better. They will eat the other food but prefer what’s in the little feeder. It’s like preferring to eat a nice steak dinner as opposed to going to a fast food joint.
I filled all of them this morning and the little one is already empty. So what are they fighting for? I wish I knew. They could stop fighting and fly over to the other one and have a satisfying meal.
I don’t want a fast food meal instead of a steak dinner.
In order to calm the brawlers down I’m going to buy a bigger feeder with four to six perches for the preferred food. Little do they know but they will have to eat the three bags of food until it’s gone.
No brawlers allowed.