Today as I left the apartment, I noticed for the first time that the neighbor's bird feeder was occupied with a half dozen little sparrows pecking happily at the bountiful supply. I never see birds there, and small wonder! There must be two dozen wind chimes hung from the balcony, twinkling with every little waft of air - enough to scare away the boldest crow.
Beside that, she has a little muffin dog that barks noisily everytime anything moves outside the sliding glass doors. And if that isn't enough to keep birds away in droves, the upstairs neighbor smokes like a fiend, and habitually litters the entire area with his smelly cigarette butts. Poor birds don't stand a chance.
Today, the sky is gloriously blue and cloudless, brushed with sun like a lobster drenched in butter. The air is so still not a leaf flutters. The dog is remarkably silent and the upstairs neighbor not yet stirring. So these bold little sparrows are feasting to their hearts content, twittering away, flitting about pecking, lifting their heads, fluffing their feathers. They don't seem to mind that the same seeds have hung there for months untouched and unchanged. It is a feast of which they take full advantage.
May I be smart enough to recognize a windfall when I find one.
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