in which I let the world know

I

am an old lady.

It's true.

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

and several 

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."

duh.

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.

Pictures.

Not birds....

Although.

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
use tripods
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.