Snow isn’t for the birds.
The joy at seeing the first snowfall is directly proportional to the age of the viewer. That is not an original quote, but to that I would add: “It also applies to the last snowfall.”
We hope the one that greeted us May 16 is our last one for this season. It reminded me of how quickly our weather can change. We are always so interested in having a White Christmas but snow loses its charm about mid February – or sooner, depending on whether you have to go out in it.
Our furry and feathered friends need to adjust to these changes and, unless they have an inner radar, they don’t know how quickly things can change.
One February a few years ago I started thinking spring when a warm spell came through. I should have known that it was way too early.
Old Man Winter returned and our bird feeder was swinging to and fro in the breeze. What am I saying? A breeze? In the Midwest? A gale is more like it!
I saw a little bird, hunched on the perch, trying hard to hang on as it attempted to grab a few seeds to fill its little beak. I felt such sympathy for it.
What a life … depending on the largesse of people who put feeders out in the cold. And then hang on desperately.
Perhaps many people would not have a weight problem if they had to dine the same way.
I looked at the miserable wretch clinging to its perch so precariously and was thankful we did not have to depend on other people’s generosity for food, especially in the cold weather. Or try to eat through the piled up snow on the bird feeder with the wind blowing it away before you can get a mouthful.
Not only are the elements against them, other birds often shove them aside and take away their food. If you think this is a silly observation, how would you like it if you were dining out and someone sat down next to you, shoved you aside, and started eating your meal?
Think about that next time as your food is placed before you and don’t forget to say grace.