I have become best friends with my local Rural King. I stomp in twice a week in my over sized pink chore boots just to buy bird food. And during this winter, one kind just won't do.
I have found the brand new small feeder bags for wild canaries. I love them! They are easy to hang and their little beaks get right into those mesh holes. When I come home in the evening the birds are hanging all over the little bags.
I have suet and peanuts and all of that good stuff for the woodpeckers. They (and the blue jays, I might add) drape themselves over the suet holders just for a good dinner.
Sunflowers are in another container for my cardinals, and the regular feeder gets plain, ole' bird food.
I am gone all day so I do not know exactly who is here...the yard is open to all who visit and I am trying to keep a log, but it is difficult!
I know that I am providing my neighbors, Larry and Cherie, a great deal of enjoyment. OK, fair trade off, they plow me out...I feed our birds.
I know that the colors of the birds at my feeder....scarlet, tangerine, woodsmoke, azure are dazzling colors to the eye in the depth of winter. So, I will continue to carry my coffers to Rural King for bird food...and a free bag of popcorn!
Lou Ann Homan-Saylor is a teacher, a writer, a storyteller and an actress. She lives in Angola, Indiana where she can be found meandering around looking for a great story or just writing late into the night by the light of her red frayed lamp. She also is the co-author of the new blog, voiceofangola.blogspot.com.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
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