It was so tempting this morning to snuggle down further into the warm and comfy bed instead of responding to the alarm clock like Pavlov’s dog. After all … there are some 364 days left in this year, so perhaps a wee break would be in order?
But, before I let those thoughts creep into the crevices of my mind, I decided that eventually there will be reasons why I can’t walk – the weather mostly, the occasional errand, and let’s not forget those pesky weeds which call out to me, even though I usually ignore their pleas the first few times, until they get unsightly, and then I must devote an entire morning to dispensing with them.
So, I got up to take on the world … after coffee and oatmeal, of course.
It was another frigid morning which meant at least one-half hour dressing for and then peeling off all the extra clothes in conjunction with my walk. But, there are really no complaints by me since the snow has stayed at bay – hooray!
I’m still a little turned around by the two holidays falling on successive Fridays … both Fridays have felt like a Saturday to me, so logically, today should be Sunday … and so on. But, it sure feels nice to know there is an extra day before getting back to the grind.
Today’s trek took me to the tracks and back, and, of course I had to steal a glance to see what mischief that chunky squirrel was up to. You might recall I wrote about him and his antics a week ago today: (https://lindaschaubblog.net/2015/12/26/dough-re-me-as-in-me-me-me-me-me/).
As I neared the house, it was soon evident that I was not the only one turned around, because there was quite the turn of events at the feeder station set-up, and, so much so, that I stopped to watch and decided to unbundle myself to reach for the camera to take a photo for this post. Instead of those sweet little sparrows cowering in the bush near the feeder, their tiny, dark-brown bodies hugging the twiggy branches while the squirrel ravaged their food, they were hopping daintily along the rim of the flower pot, and the squirrel was happily gorging himself on the seeds that fell from the feeder and flowed through the pot’s drainage hole onto the grass. I wanted to applaud the bravado of those fine-feathered friends today, since in the past I’d have likened that scene to Hermey and Yukon Cornelius and the Abominable!
Well, this time there were no ruffled feathers, nor was there fur flying … just amicable feasting.
No more “us versus them” … just the acceptance that “if you can’t beat ’em, join ’em!”
I was happy to see that the hospitality of the holiday season has exuded warm and fuzzy feelings at the feeding station and evidently “breaking bread” together is now acceptable.
But, the story doesn’t there.
While I was fiddling with my cumbersome gloves to unzip my jacket before everyone departed from the scene, the side door opened and a young woman came out toting a large box. She opened the van door and dropped off her load, then saw me and smiled shyly. I asked if she had a minute and she said “sure” so I told her how I’ve been watching the interplay of the sparrows and the bully squirrel for several weeks, and even wrote about the “kindly souls” who believed they were doing a good deed for the birds, all the while helping to add inches to that squirrel’s girth. She laughed out loud and said “I know – we watch it every day from our window – we love the birds, but the squirrel is funny, and there is food enough for everyone, so we just left the stand and pot there!” I told her I’d “report” on our conversation since the whole scene amused me, as well as some of the followers of my blog.
We wished one another “Happy New Year” and she hopped into the van, and I moved along to my destination. This morning’s adventure yielded smiles for both of us and four more miles for my walking log.