09 June 2011

A Day At The Zoo Is For The Birds... Literally...

For Mother's Day this year, our daughters gave me the most beautiful copper bird feeder.  At first I was a little worried because we have neighborhood visitors who think nothing of rummaging through even our EMPTY trash cans (As you can tell, we're real high society out here), so putting a bird feeder outside our house would have been tantamount to personally handing out engraved dinner invitations to some of the largest members of the animal kingdom... on expensive vellum... handwritten... in gold leaf... .

To steer clear of any unintentional ringing of the dinner bell, my husband suggested hanging it outside of our second floor bedroom window.  It's absolutely perfect!  Our bedroom has large side-by-side windows and as soon as the bird feeder went up, we washed those windows inside and out.  I wanted them to be clear enough for me to be able to look out of them and take a few pictures occasionally while I am immured. 

At first, I was amazed at the amount and variety of diners at my humble second floor dining room.   Until now, I could only recognize by sight and name not much more than a Blue Jay and a Robin.  It's been the one brightly shining silver lining in my being hog-tied to a horizontal position.  I never thought I'd say this, but I miss the arguing and bickering while driving the kids to school.  If I'm not soon certifiably insane, this healing process of a herniated disc and broken vertebrae just may kill me.  If not from the boredom, then from the nausea I get every time I try to use the computer while my pharmaceutical elixir holds sway.  My body has stubbornly declared it does not really want to get it's groove thing on and be done with this for whatever half-baked reason it has, so no doubt I'll have more exciting adventures to describe in microscopic detail...

For this particular adventure, I've decided it was inevitable with the amount of time I have invested in the right hand side of this bed, attempting to discover the secret of levitation... without success, that I would start to wonder just what KIND of birds these were.  I've lost count of how many seasons of this For The Birds reality show going on outside my window that I have had the opportunity to watch.  Our cat named 'Mouse' has not been impressed with the quality of glass we provide here at casa de Lemon Stand.  She looks at me with disgust and loudly meows that that bird feeder is only twelve inches away from being a cat feeder...  

Back to the mystery of these birds... I have been blessed in the fact that my friend Jan is a renowned bird aficionado, so I have been able to email her pictures I take and she very kindly tells me what I'm looking at.  And not just what kind of bird they are, but also a cornucopia of really amazing facts about them.  She makes me feel like we are living in the middle of 'Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom.'  Jan is like having the Jacques Cousteau of the bird world for a neighbor and how cool is that?

Lately, however, I've started feeling like the birds have started dropping by just to watch ME and are merely eating the seed like it was popcorn.  They literally stare at me and Mouse through my now squeaky clean windows and I'm starting to get the sensation of being the star attraction at the zoo around here.

And now, as you can see, the suspiciousness of the situation is not influenced by narcotics (at least on my side of the glass).  Tweety Bird was practically standing on her head by the time she felt she had gotten her full entertainment value of people watching.  I was tempted to open the window for Mouse... really, really tempted...

QOTD: "You did! You did! You taw a puddy tat, a moo moo cow, a big gorilla, a giddy-up horsey, and a wittle monkey." ~ Tweety Bird

1 comment:

  1. We have a tree right outside our bedroom window and I think chickadees hang out in it and they actually jump onto our screen to look in at us. So I know how you feel about being looked at :)

    The pictures are great!


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