Although it’s snowed heavily in the night and still is snowing this morning, my brave and faithful birds arrive looking for their seeds.
As I fill the feeders or scatter the seed, the chickadee, my favorite little bird, comes close to me as if to thank me.
I admire his strength and determination.
The wind blows right through me. It’s bitter cold, and the persistence of my birds amazes me.
The squirrels are “sleeping in” and will not appear until the snow lets up.
Standing here, I feel I am a partner with the Creator, as I care for these dear creatures.
They give meaning and purpose to my life.
—Bernadette R. Gentry