As the dark days of winter deepen, it's growing ever more icy outside my window. No-one ventures out without coat and scarf, hurrying towards the next source of warmth.
Those long summer days seem so far away, yet I'm day-dreaming about them still. I recall camping in the middle of nowhere, sitting outside my tent and watching the natural world play out its minute dramas all around me.
There were brave birds then, ones I couldn't even name in their beautiful unfamiliarity, which swooped down from tree-tops to raid my picnic stores. I waited, watching unseen, until those bold, feathered souls had taken their fill.
It was idyllic, quite wonderful, but something which I thought could never be brought home. Until it occurred to me to just fix a bird feeder to my urban window pane.



Naturally, its elevated placement in the ranks of pet products made me wonder what was so great about it. I mean, did it whistle Dixie at the approach of rare species? Or transform itself during idle hours into a vacuum to clean your floor?



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JoHarringtonDec 15, 2013
cmoneyspinnerDec 15, 2013
JoHarringtonDec 15, 2013
JoHarringtonDec 15, 2013
It's all Sunday here for me now and I've not long woken up! A long day writing ahead of me. <3
cmoneyspinnerDec 14, 2013
It's a wacky Saturday morning for me. But guess what? I'm still keeping the faith.
How is your day going nice lady? :)
JoHarringtonDec 14, 2013
KathleenDuffyDec 14, 2013
JoHarringtonDec 14, 2013
WriterArtist - That sounds wonderful. Your Dad was an astute man.
Dustytoes - I wonder why they couldn't see through the glass? Weird! But great for photographs and driving the cats half-insane!
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WriterArtistDec 14, 2013
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