Right outside my doorway are friends, of the feathered kind. They show up punctually every morning, and feed throughout the day, never letting me down with their sterling essence. Remaining faithful to making sure the feeders are adequately stocked is my part, the birds' part is to be just what they are...feathered friends spilling pleasure.
A little hard-backed journal book to record, binoculars to closely observe, a Peterson's Field guide to identify, and colored pencils to draw our friends in detail.
And yes, there is plenty of competition with the squirrels too, there is probably no reason necessary to convince anyone that they get their share of the birdseed.
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I LOVE birdwatching it must be genetic, my mom, aunt, and nana did, also.
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