Around my yard there is a fence, where all the pretty birds have come, and since, it has become my favorite view. So if I may, I’ll share it with you. Upon this fence the blue jays play, when the sun is shining or the skies turn grey, and the nightingale sings by the light of the moon, the passerine bird that flies away too soon. The cardinals however, bright red and gay, like the well-lit places where the sun shares its rays, and I put out some feeders because my friends are big eaters, but I work all day to keep the squirrels at bay. Sometimes however, I let them have a bite or two, they’re giddy and playful and they need food too. But after a while I have to tell them to shoo, because these thieves have the greed to steal up all of my seeds. If they succeed there won’t be food for the finch, when he comes to light upon my fence and he’ll chirp and chirp for a little while but he won’t stay there if I have nothing to share. The humming birds zip by with lightning speed, and the best part about them is they don’t eat seeds, so I set out a little nectar, made of sugar and water, something the other birds won’t really bother. Then I sit and watch them from my chair in the shade, and try not to move because they’re easily afraid, but every day they still come to my yard, so I’ll share it with you when your life seems too hard. It might not seem like much, I have to say, but this little bit of joy can go a long long way.