Prompt: Think about your day. Select one of your daily rituals and explain it to us: why do you do what you do? How did you come to adopt this ritual? What happens on days when you can’t perform it?
I was just thinking that my morning duties are now a daily ritual; that of taking care of the various bird feeders that we have for the blue jays, woodpeckers, juncos, sparrows, chickadees; and various others.
I think of my feathered friends waiting for me each day, and while I know they do get food from other sources they do tend to know where to find my feeders. During the summer they don’t frequent the feeders as much as when the colder weather comes, and the flowers, trees and bushes aren’t available anymore.
Never-the-less I check them every morning and make sure that the raccoons haven’t knocked down one or two of the feeders. Most of them are squirrel proof, however I do leave some seeds and a few peanuts on the top of a faux wishing well and some on the ground for the ground feeding birds like the mourning doves and juncos.
In the summer there are the hummingbird and the oriole feeders that need the nectar, and for the orioles some grape jelly and orange halves. For some reason later into the summer months, the orioles and hummingbirds have been scarce. Most often when I go out in the morning I’m fighting the wasps around and in the feeders. I can tell that there have been some birds coming, because the jelly and orange halves have been mostly eaten, so I am reticent to stop putting the food out, regardless of the hoards of wasps that await me. Soon the orioles and hummingbirds will be headed south, but there be an influx of birds who will be returning from their summer migration where they go in early spring; back to our area.
If I’m ill my husband will fill all the feeders… so I don’t have to worry.
I have such a love of birds.