Empty Trough

Sitting in the sunroom with this new toy, switching from book reading to blogging and back, I watch the morning rituals of suburban birds trained from birth to seek food at feeders.

I cut birdseed out of my budget this year - plenty of protein in the forest and on the house eaves for the birds (and free insect control for me?).

My thought set acts like a vaguely familiar acquaintance sometimes, a faded penciled map.