I bring greetings to you all on this 70 degree lovely Friday morning (Sept. 20). We've had several such days this week even though the nights have been mostly colder. It's been perfect for outdoor work. I can't say I did any, but quite a lot of it was accomplished here Wednesday evening. We were blessed to have about 15 youth, and their leaders, from Sherman First Baptist Church, come to our home and throw in the cellar most of the huge pile of wood that had been delivered by our family and others like family the prior week. They also split wood.
Some folk might think that today's youth are not the workers that were around in yesteryear, but many of them still are. Moreover, they are willing to work without pay. They are also "good eaters!" Nevertheless, I was happy to have some four dozen doughnuts, popcorn and pop when they finished the hard work. We thank them all very much.
Later Bill and our young man neighbor, split and threw in the rest of the wood and it's now all in the cellar. Today as I am writing, Bill is cleaning up the bark that remained just outside my study window where I'm sitting at my computer. I have to say that his work today is harder physically than mine, but, mine is harder "mentally", though really it's rather enjoyable unless I get a "writer's block."
Talk about hard work, recently I came across the following in my file that addresses a certain task. I received it from a friend. The subject is: the bird feeder.
I bought a bird feeder. I hung it on my back porch and filled it with seed. Within a week we had hundreds of birds taking advantage of the continuous flow of free and easily accessible food.
But then the birds started building nests in the boards of the patio, above the table and next to the barbecue. Next came the poop. It was everywhere on the patio tile, the chairs, the tableeverywhere. Then some of the birds turned mean. They would dive bomb me and try to peck me even though I had fed them out of my own pocket. And other birds were boisterous and loud. They sat on the feeder and squawked and screamed at all hours of the day and night and demanded that I fill it when it got low on food. After a while, I couldn't even sit on my own back porch anymore. I took down the bird feeder and in three days the birds were gone.
I cleaned up their mess and took down the many nests they had built all over the patio. Soon, the back yard was like it used to bequiet, serene and no one demanding their rights to a free meal.
I have to say, the aforesaid was not written by me! Moreover, I've never had such a problem even though in winter my feeders are on our back porch. Nor do I have those problems in spring and summer when they are on a wire just a foot beyond the porch. Apparently our birds have good manners! We have our feeders out year round. It's one of the pleasures we have especially in the winter. I'm sure there are people that live in villages and towns that have bird feeders out too, but probably most don't get all the other wild animals that we do living in the country. That is just one of the wonderful things about living in the country, although there are many other great things that we enjoy. I wouldn't want to live anywhere else. I suppose it's because I grew up on country farms and I remember all the activities that go on there. Nevertheless, most folk in our local areas are not far from the country. Thus they can go there pretty easy. I suggest you head out on one of these autumn days and see the splendor to be seen, especially this season of the year.