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When growing up I never really understood why my dad liked having a bird feeder. The earliest memory of a bird feeder that we had was made out of some juice cans and a garbage can lid. Looking back it must have looked horrible, but it worked. Now we have a bird feeder and I love it. I can sit in front of the window and just watch the birds for an hour and not be bored.
I must be old.
Yesterday we saw robins, a sparrow with a red cap (apparently a chipping sparrow), chickdees, a different type of sparrow (at least one), a "yellow-shafted" Northern Flicker, and cardinals. I have to say that cardinals are my favourite. There is a pair hanging around and the male goes to the feeder and picks out the tastiest (I assume) seed. Then he flies over to the female and feeds it to her. Now that's romance.
When my grandfather was dying and his body was shutting down, he started to see things. My mom told me that one of the last things that he said was that he could see a beautiful cardinal on a beach. I find that a really beautiful image and a comforting thought. Every time I see hear or see a cardinal, I mentally stop and remember my grandfather.Posted by jim at April 19, 2012 07:17 AM