Saturday afternoon...once again time to fill all of my mother's and the little one's great-grandma's bird feeders. Even though he took this job quite seriously, there is always time for a quick smile and a wave to his grandma and sister watching out the upstairs window. I can't help wonder where in life, his congeniality will take him? He has a smile and a friendly word for everyone.
First grandpa does it, then he gets to do it. Notice the two pairs of jeans and black cowboy boots. Don't think for a moment that this is purely coincidental. It is a given whenever they spend time together on Saturdays.
The birds sure do appreciate the full feeders. I counted six varieties feeding around them this morning. Can someone tell me what type of bird the black and white one is?
I also counted five bluejays at the feeders this morning. Hopefully my mother can relax knowing her birds are being treated well while she is away.