My wild bird feeding is on hiatus right now, which also means the squirrels aren’t getting anything either.
We needed some work done on the back deck, so everything had to be removed, including the bird feeders. Then it began to rain so the work was on hold for weeks. I’m sure everyone can understand why. We were having the deck stained and needed 72 hours of no rain.
Those days were hard to come by over the last month or so, which meant the bird feeders remained stored. But for some reason, wild birds used to visiting our house weren’t so happy about that. In fact, I swear I saw a few sitting on the deck railing tapping their little feet as if to say, “Where is the food?”
Yes, there are bird feeders in the front yard too, but it seems I got used to not putting food out back and also got into the habit of not putting food out front.
Thankfully, the deck finally got stained, but I haven’t had time to get the feeders back out and stocked back up on bird food. Which, of course, means the back door gets a peck every so often as a reminder.
Life just seems to get in the way, but then again, so does death.
For months, I had been planning my column this week to be about Mother’s Day. After all, if it weren’t for my mom, I wouldn’t be who I am. At this point, though, I’m not writing about that and I don’t want to share all the wonderful things I know about her with anyone.
But I will say this, on April 9, 2019, my mama died, and it has crushed my heart. I don’t have kids and have always heard that for a parent to lose a child is a pain no one can understand. I’m glad I’ll never know that pain, because losing my vibrant, full of life mom has taken me to the ground.
Last year, one of my nephew’s and his wife gave mom (Nana to them) a birdfeeder. She had always had hummingbird feeders and loved those and wanted to try her hand at feeding wild birds. She faced some of the same frustrations I did with squirrels, but all in all, I know she enjoyed seeing her flighted friends drop by for a bite or two.
I will forever have bird feeders and hummingbird feeders — if for no other reason than in Mom’s memory. There’s so much more I can and want to say about her, but I’m not ready.
For all of you who still have your mother, don’t take any single day or minute for granted. Call. Text. Visit. And enjoy the birds that come along the way with a song on their lips.