For the last couple of weeks, no lie, I have been meaning to blog about the birdhouse my brother gave me for Christmas.
I love birds, and the birdhouse at my parents’ house was always a joy to look at from the kitchen. When Graham gave me this birdhouse, I was quick to hang it by our backdoor, near the kitchen, and wait for the birds.
The problem was, no birds came.
The weird part was, there were LOTS of birds around our house. At any given moment, you can hear dozens of them. There are birdhouses on both sides of the house with happy sparrow families in them. There’s a lady cardinal and her beau who hang out by the back window, less than 10 feet from the bird feeder — yet there was never a bird to be found near the birdfeeder!
At first, I meant to take a picture of the birdhouse and ask people for advice, but for weeks I never quite got around to it. One day the camera would need a recharge, the next day it would be too cloudy, etc., etc.
Eventually, the frustration of it all got to the point that I actually started getting really kind of upset about it. What was wrong with my bird feeder? Was it because I bought the bird seed that was on sale? Is my house stinky?
Usually, I do my blogging at night… and any night that I had an urge to write something but had no good topic, I would think of the birdhouse. Then I would remember I had no photo. Then I would go upstairs. Then I would remember that cameras don’t take good photos in the dark. And then I would blog about Britney Spears statues giving birth, or something similarly weird and weak.
So today, Saturday, I was downstairs in the hermit hole, and remembered that on Saturdays, I am at home when the sun is shining, so I got up out of the couch groove, and started walking upstairs to take a picture of the lonely bird feeder. The camera was charged, and I was finally ready.
As I got halfway to the stairs, Timmi yells down from the kitchen, “Come to the kitchen! Hurry!” Believe it or not, I knew EXACTLY what she wanted me to see.
Yes, it was a bird at the bird feeder. The little bugger. Couldn’t she have waited like …. 10 minutes so I could have a decent story to blog about? Noooo…. what could have been a nice “Hey, feel sorry for me, I don’t have birds at my bird feeder” with great dramatic potential for a heartwarming “Look! I had a bird at my bird feeder!” update was wrecked.
So I took a picture of the bird (through the kitchen screen and window, which is why it’s so grainy) and after she flew away, I took a picture of the empty bird feeder for comparison, and then I stewed. Bitter. While I stewed, I couldn’t think with the sound of all the birds chirping as they ate at my bird feeder. Seriously. I had to refill the damn thing there was suddenly so much bird traffic.
But then I got to thinking. What if my conviction to finally blog about this rather trivial thing in my life was what actually made the birds finally come to my feeder? Was it the power of my mind, expressed through my blog, that made birds finally notice the birdseed?
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