We feed the birds. Like crazy.

My Grandma Kronenberger used to say…. “If you feed the birds, you’ll never go hungry.” At least I think she said this.

For some reason, I have this memory… yet…. she died when I was three. My Dad never told me differently though. But I do have memories of her.

So I’m still running with it. Feed the dang birds, and you’ll never go hungry.

I like to watch them too. Any time, any where. They fly through the air with the greatest of ease. This, in itself…. is amazing to me.

Now… there are certain kinds I am partial to. Little birds mostly. The Tufted Titmouse, and the Chickadee. I love a little Carolina Wren. And Nuthatches… are WAY cool.

And who can refuse a Woodpecker.

So…. with all this… I begin the 12 days of Christmas.  It is FULL of birds.

Now… I KNOW this isn’t supposed to start until AFTER Christmas…. but no one wants to hear all this after the fact. So…. 12 before. To get there by Christmas Day… and my late start…. here are the first three.

First Day. Partridge in a Pear Tree. (They were out of Apple Trees at the Nursery, no doubt.)
Second Day. Two Turtle Doves. (Cross breeding gone bad. They can’t fly so good with those shells on.)
Third Day. Three French Hens. (Nice enough… but you can’t understand a word they are saying. Partly because of their accents… the other because they always have croissants stuffed in their beaks.)

Which brings us back to feeding the birds.
A good idea…. no matter what nationality the bird may be.

I imagine this probably goes for people…. too.

“To give pleasure to a single heart by a single act is better than a thousand heads bowing in prayer.” – Mahatma Gandhi