All winter I've fed sparrows.
No mind, they need to eat, too.
I've observed more than a little about sparrows.
I watch them from this window. I watch them from my car, where they are more amusing. I can see them sitting on pig, toad and lambie, or foraging around the deck, for spilled seed.
My biggest take away: sparrows are extremely polite.
They line up like grade school children, falling in for lunch.
Over the course of the winter I've also seen a chickadee, a junco, a tufted titmouse. One each. The first two appeared before I put up a feeder.
The titmouse inspected my feeder, and hopped over to the pine wreath, where he carefully extracted and took away a fat pine nut.
I stood in the middle of my drive and looked three hundred and sixty degrees around.
Just like my old road, a few hundred feet south, there are ample woods to support more than sparrows.
Toward spring I'll upgrade from hardware store seed, and see if I can attract my old friends. I certainly won't mind supporting some cardinal and wren families. And finch. And chickadees and titmouse. The juncos leave, but the swallows come.
It's Friday, gym day. It rained all day, that thick mist.
My neighbor went by and used my camera.
Notice that good exhale on the release.
It was another day today, that many of us ignored.
I heard part of the inaugural address, by accident, and then listened to for half an hour.
I read, a couple of days ago, and verified, that the First Ladies' Museum in Canton, Ohio, is putting together their Melania exhibit. To "round out" the display they are including nude photos of her, taken so many years ago.
And I need to say, to kick off this presidency, "For Shame!"
She is not the president. She's a person. I expect better behavior from the several million of us who did not elect her.