Birds

During winter, I started feeding the birds. I bought two of those little cage things and some suet blocks and hung them outside the front window. Since the snow’s nearly completely gone (except for the large, dirty piles in parking lots, of course), refilling it wasn’t really a high priority. I figured the birds would be able to find bugs and seeding things on their own.

Until last night.

I was sitting on the sofa, minding my own business, poking around on Facebook or something as equally important when I had the feeling I was being watched. Not the usual “oh there’s a cat staring at me” watched. A different “I’m being watched.”

I looked at the window. There he was — decked out in red, eyes gleaming. The Cardinal. And he was looking right at me. (Insert the Psycho “screeching violins” bit here.)

Later that evening, when the coast was clear, I refilled the feeders.