Not our bird or feeder, but similar. Not our birds, either.
I could sit and watch our bird feeder for hours.
Tiny birds line up on the fence to wait their turn, along with their bigger cousins. When there’s a vacancy, they fly to the top of the feeder and wait while another balances on the rim to finish his meal of seeds.
We keep the feeder full at all times, now that the birds have become accustomed to snacking there. Watching them is a zen experience for us (but no so much for our dog, Riley).
Peaceful. Sitting quietly in a patio chair, we wait patiently for a bird to arrive. It doesn’t take long, so we have learned to count on their arrival as much as they have learned to count on the seeds being there.
Attention. In quiet observation we experience seeing the birds fully, taking note of their behavior and obvious enjoyment. Keeping the feeder full is a responsibility we take seriously.
Yes, it’s the zen of birdfeeding.
When we left for a month, I worried that the feeder would empty before we return. It’s a little tricky to get up in the tree to take it down and we didn’t want anyone else to do it for fear they might hurt themselves. We hope that the full feeder will last most of the month, but if it doesn’t, you can bet we’ll be refilling it our first day home.
Sometimes, it’s the simplest of things that make life so rich, and ours has certainly been richer since we began feeding the birds.