watcher

I feel bad for the birds in my yard, poor things having to fly around all day in this weather searching (often without reward) for food. Is it weird that I find such pleasure in feeding them, that I trudge through snow in the cold early hours just to melt their bath? I don't know... probably, but I'm weird, I accepted that in elementary. I guess I just love watching the silly things that birds do, each one doing something new, something different, or just something strange. It makes me want to be more spontaneous, more passionate about everything. To live where every INSTANT is important, no time to waste. One can learn a lot by watching birds... who knew