am an old lady.
I was talking on the phone yesterday w/ T
and looking out the living room window at the crepe myrtle.
Or more accurately,
looking at all the birds in the crepe myrtle.
four male cardinals, 1 female
1 blackbird of some sort
of what I think are 2 different types of finches.
I was telling him that the suet in my feeder
(a fabulous gift from an even more fabulous friend!)
was nearly gone
and I'd intended to get some birdseed
when I went to Walmart last week, but I somehow forgot.
Brilliant son of mine that he is,
TJ said, "Just throw some wheat out there."
I hate when I'm one of the stupid people.
Not nearly as cheap as birdseed, but it'd get us through....
So I immediately grabbed some grain
to toss out to my lovely feathered friends.
And then today,
I ventured outside with Wal-mart sacks on my feet
(can you say, "They're hicks, Rita.")
to take pictures of the birds.
one hundred fifty of them.
We have had about a hundred and fifty
(maybe two hundred) blackbirds in the field lately...
I like watching them, too.
Maybe there is a bit of hope for me, though;
I suppose if I were truly an old lady
I would know exactly what types of birds they were...
I determined that real wildlife photographers
and some form of remote clicker thing.
And I'm pretty sure they don't allow cats on photo shoots, either.
Speaking of birds,
my brother has a pretty cool bird story.
He's not old though.