Chapter 3
The weatherman called for snow, sleet and ice this week and it did look like he might’ve had his official snow dance—that’s something similar to a rain dance—suit laid out ready to put on.
But then too many people complained so he turned the Oklahoma thermostat up to just a degree or two ABOVE freezing and changed the forecast. I hope he’s mislaid his snow dance suit and can’t find it for a few years!
The birds who have taken up a semi-permanent abode in our backyard were overjoyed to hear the forecast. They have enough trouble shoveling down the bird seed we give them.
To search through the snow for a few grains would be troublesome!
And I’m sure they’re not fond of frozen seeds.
Ice cream just isn’t their idea of good eating! !
At first there were only a few of them in our yard, but they must’ve gone out and told their friends, “Hey, there’s a free seed feed over on Sixth Street!!” Now there are scads of the lazy critters, chirping away contentedly as they gobble down the freebies!!
I’m not complaining! Really, I’m NOT!! Those birds are my buddies. They actually eat my COLD leftover biscuits as well if not better than their seed! And they do it without complaining!
I can’t even get my family to eat them HOT without complaints.
My son usually asks why I didn’t make the ones out of a can that you buy in the store.
My oldest daughter tries to be nice, but I’ve noticed that she always has to have an extra glass of water on the evenings I serve them.
My husband says that if he put one in his picket the local police would arrest him for having a concealed weapon.
And the youngest child merely rolls her eyes up to the ceiling and says, “YUK”! !
So, the birds are really quite nice. However, should the time arrive when THEY complain, I may help the weatherman find his misplaced suit!!