I had just about given up on this bird feeder. It has been hanging on the window for weeks (months?), full of food but empty still, unnoticed. unvisited. The birds won’t find it, I had decided. They won’t fly up to this window, under the overhang of roof.
Glad I did not give up all the way and take the feeder down. Because it seems all I had to do was be patient and wait for Spring, which has arrived again another year, as promised.
The feeder was a gift from my mother, for Hooly, really. But now it’s unclear which one of us is enjoying it more.
Watching the feeder reminds me of a line from Anne Lamott’s new book Stitches, “Butterflies and birds are like one perfect teaspoon of creation”.
Happy Spring and the arrival of simple joys.