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Remember what it was like here before 2.0 and I moved in? I do.
There were no bird feeders. Now there are three. We fill them with seeds and peanuts and other birdy treats. There was no heated bird bath here last year. But 2.0 got
me you one for Christmas, because I read that water is hard to find in the winter, and I was terribly worried about you. I doubt anyone made suet for you before we moved into this perfect little house. But now you’ve got me to fill your bellies with cranberries, peanut butter and fat. I make it in the mornings before I go to work, and put it out for you on cold days.
We’ve planted lots of flowers for you. We’ve been reading about the flowers that you might like best, and I watched you sitting on the coneflowers last fall. We’re planning to plant more this year, because we could tell you liked the seeds. We’ve provided you with bird houses, sheltered nooks and crannies, and lovely trees to hide in. And we don’t complain when you eat our strawberries, raspberries and grapes. We happily share with you. Because we love you, Birds.
How many times have I chased the neighbourhood cats away in my pyjamas? I know you’ve seen me. The whole street has seen me running through the yard in my red flannel pj’s and 2.0’s huge boots. And we never, ever let our kitties chase you. We keep them inside. We’ve seen you taunting them through the dining room window.
And despite all of this, you pooped on my sweater yesterday. It was hanging on the line. You pooped on my sweater just like you pooped on the duvet last fall. And my sweet blue sheets with the ribbon trim. And my pink t-shirt.
I am very disappointed, Birds.