Homes of the winged and feathered.

OK, I may be showing some signs of age. I must confess that recently, birds have surprisingly fascinated me. I think my little obsession is grounded in the fact that I find them so difficult to photograph. Over the past month or so, our yard has gone to the birds. It isn’t the actual birds that I find as fascinating as the process they go through to make their nest.  Just a few weeks back, a big fat robin flew back and forth like crazy for days on end, mouth full of twigs, berries, and whatever else she could fit in there.  I wondered if she picked twigs by color and design like we choose our baby layette.  Watching her made me feel lazy like I should be folding laundry or something. But since I have nested twice in my life, I could understand her urgency to get the job done, so that everything would be right for the arrival of the stork. Her nest would end up perfectly round adorned by a single egg in the middle. “ Truly, this was an ordinary miracle to look at.  It was a picture of simple and tasteful decorating. As a shower gift, I put out a bird feeder so she could have her meals right at a beaks length when the baby came. I have taken to keeping the cat indoors at night to protect the new fledgling hoping that it will thrive.  I guess I’m now a bird watcher.  Who knew? As my own crow’s feet begin to show, I guess this is how it’s going to be and I think I’m ok with that.