No birds have visited my bird feeder yet. As my more clever readers will already have observed from the photo, I have put some string on the bottom of it, to entice them with nest construction materials. Still, they don’t come.
Those birds try to act so tough and emotionless, but they are fragile inside. And so weary of fighting! They have fought all the way up here from the south. Others have fought a punishing winter here in Minneapolis. They need to experience the healing goodness of a full bird feeder.
My bird feeder is the one thing that can save them, if only they would open their steely hearts!
I see birds visiting my neighbor’s bird feeder, which is empty, yet they try to feed from it. They don't understand: THAT FEEDER is so wrong for them, whereas my bird feeder is perfect for them, bursting with yummy goodness, yet it hangs lonely and forlorn.
If only they would cast aside their pride and fly over here to discover my bird feeder, they would able to gorge themselves, and they’ll see that they needed my bird feeder all along. And my bird feeder would be fulfilled, nourishing them from its own body.
Oh, God, will they ever be together??? The tension is killing me!
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