I was pleasantly gifted the book The Backyard Bird Chronicles by Amy Tan for Christmas. Imagining myself to be a full-fledged amateur bird watcher with my own sort of sketch books recording my experiences with the watching of birds through the years, I was curious to discover how this writer undertook her love and interest in a birdwatching journal. I am halfway through the reading of the book and I am enjoying her illustrations immensely, and while I do not have the upfront talent she has, I believe that everyone can learn to illustrate at the least for their own personal pleasure alone if they invest the time.
One thing I can say about backyard birds, or "my birds" as I lovingly refer to them, is that some of them seem to fuss at me if I am late getting out to them in the morning with seed. While others I can as well sense and imagine are thanking me with joy in their song. Much like humans. Today I put out suet at one feeder and seeded peanut butter atop an orange at another one. Presently I have three separate feeding places. I am very concerned bout them getting water because of the cold temperatures so I make sure all the containers outside are not frozen throughout the day.
My husband's instructions to me as he was walking out the door were to keep the fire going, he had stacked plenty of firewood. As you can see from the photo I was successful.
After my walk down to the creek I came inside to sit with a cup of tea, red rooibos was my choice this afternoon alongside a biscuit with just a smearing of honey. Since I drink my tea with no sweetener I decided eating a little honey was acceptable. My grandfather ate honey every day and he lived a healthy and vibrant life until he died at the age of 91. He just went to bed one day, said he was tired and died within a short period of time. So eating more honey instead of cane sugar might seem a wiser choice.
