July 14, 2010 It's grey and overcast this morning, and I'm just sitting here, attention divided between the keyboard and the window overlooking my backyard, waiting expectantly for a glimpse of bright yellow. Oh...there it is! A finch just landed in the plastic coffee can lid I put out on the railing of the porch, hoping the graceful birds would see it as an open invitation to come visit.
I had all but stopped feeding the birds, because something always tore down the feeders within a day or two. But a couple of weeks ago, when a couple of finches circled by the window, like they were saying, "If you feed us, we'll grace your view." I couldn't resist. I went to TSC, bought the smallest bag of thistle seed they had, and began doling it out a tablespoon or two at a time and bringing it in at night.
While my husband envisions a patch of thistles outside that window next year, I'm thoroughly enjoying watching a steady stream of birds from the finch family as they feed, sometimes side by side, sometimes shooing one another away, sometimes being satisfied with the seeds that have fallen. Last evening, when I sat out there for a little while to read, I actually saw them come to feed while I was there. So long as I sat fairly still, they seemed only slightly skittish about sharing space. What I'm thinking today is that next year I'll gladly weed out the thistles which come up in our yard—maybe next year I'll have a different take on things. 'Til then, I'll enjoy those glorious creatures who keep me company throughout the summer days.
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Willene Tanis is a longtime resident of the Imlay City area and an active volunteer in the community. Many readers find her 'Perspectives' column to universal and uplifting.