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Hmmm, Spring… I thought to myself as I scooped out yet another round of birdseed and continued to fill the eighth of our eleven birdfeeders. It is a routine that my husband and I do during the winter months so that our beautiful, feathered woodland friends come to visit us on a daily basis. Each one is strategically placed in a manner that serves a three-fold purpose.
First, our bird friends can eat enough to keep warm as their tiny bodies burn the seed and suet fuel as quickly as we provide it. Second, their beauty makes us appreciate the amazing handiwork of a power much greater than ours. Third, our whiskered family members can twitch, chatter, and wag as they watch through glass windows and doors that have vertical lines of various sized nose smudges. Their instincts seem to make them feel as if they are still the stealthy hunters that their non-domestic ancestors were.
Certainly, it would be the last time for the year that I would need to do this, I tried to convince myself. We were two weeks into the "official" start of spring and as of then, there had only been a few days of warm (it was actually summer-like) weather. The upcoming weekend had had a forecast for snow! Grumbling, I moved on to the ninth feeder.
Five days later, with my morning coffee in hand, I yawned and walked outside onto our deck. It had finally happened!
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