The birds are happy chirping away. Gathering at their dish.  Making a mess. Spilling it everywhere.  But they are happy.

I remember those times up north you would just sit and watch    Never knew what you were looking at.  

Till the day in my yard. Just father and son. Firing up the charcoal and having some burgers.  Just sitting and looking around.

Watching the birds.   All the little brown birds I see everyday.  The odd cardinal that comes to visit. The 2 doves that were always present and the surprise blue jay that came for you.

All that’s left are the little brown birds and occasionally one dove.  I guess the dove lost someone too.

I make it a habit to feed the birds quite regularly. Just to sit and watch and remember those old days.  Love is forever.

Blessed be