The Chickadee Feeder

THE MANY USES OF SOME THINGS
 

I recently bought a bird
feeder that attaches to the window (in the hopes that I could try to take some
photos like the absolutely wonderful ones that fwren takes), and I also bought
these to protect the little bird bodies that might hit the window.

The feeder went up easily,
just from me leaning out the window!  But
the decals require a trek outdoors
with a ladder….and the little bird bodies were gently bumping the window too
much for my comfort.

Quick fix, with one piece of tape:

It works, it
really does!  Knowing my schedule, this
is probably how it will stay till summer!

MOONLIGHT

~~ He had been
to several families that morning, in hopes of procuring some addition to their
number, but it was moonlight, and everybody was full of engagements.  ~~Jane Austen’s Sense & Sensibility

Isn’t moonlight absolutely
astonishing?  I turn out the lights
preparatory to going to bed and suddenly the outside becomes completely
visible.  The trees even have shadows. 
I check the bird feeders, but find no flying squirrels, raccoons, deer,
or possums.  I check the front of the
house and (fortunately) do not see any deer eating the rhododendrons.  But I can see…everything…almost as if it were
day.

In one of Jane Austen’s
books, a family considers having a supper party for the coming evening.  Till they realize that, “Oh pooh, it’s
moonlight.”  Meaning that everyone else
will have already made plans, and will be attending other parties.  Moonlight made traveling at night much safer
and more convenient, so that was the social time of the month.

Ah, moonlight!

SUNDAY NAP

Today after church, I slipped onto something more comfortable:  the living room couch, with a pile of blankets.

I have been doing this for a long time.  I had been raised to know that the only reason for being in bed in the daytime would be because you’re sick.  Besides, I would miss all the action (so-to-speak) if I were in another room.  So the living room couch is the place to be when taking a Sunday nap.

Lately, though, I’ve had competition.  My Older Son (who is a college commuter) has seen the appeal of the Sunday couch too, and there isn’t room for us both. 

One Sunday, he grabbed it first and I had to make do with sitting up at the end of the couch and trying to sleep, which didn’t work all that well (not for me, anyway). 

The next week, I leaped on at the same time and we wrangled each other from opposite ends—I kind of came out the loser on that one too, ending up with one leg on the couch and the other on a footstool.

It wistfully made me remember when he was so small and we slept on the couch snuggled together with his little face so close to my heart.  I wanted to gather him to me again, and breathe the same breath. 

A large foot in the face is better than nothing. 

SUNDAY NAP

Today after church, I slipped onto something more comfortable:  the living room couch, with a pile of blankets.

I have been doing this for a long time.  I had been raised to know that the only reason for being in bed in the daytime would be because you’re sick.  Besides, I would miss all the action (so-to-speak) if I were in another room.  So the living room couch is the place to be when taking a Sunday nap.

Lately, though, I’ve had competition.  My Older Son (who is a college commuter) has seen the appeal of the Sunday couch too, and there isn’t room for us both.

One Sunday, he grabbed it first and I had to make do with sitting up at the end of the couch and trying to sleep, which didn’t work all that well (not for me, anyway).

The next week, I leaped on at the same time and we wrangled each other from opposite ends-I kind of came out the loser on that one too, ending up with one leg on the couch and the other on a footstool.

It wistfully made me remember when he was so small and we slept on the couch snuggled together with his little face so close to my heart.  I wanted to gather him to me again, and breathe the same breath.

A large foot in the face is better than nothing.