There are few things that make me feel happier than feeding the birds in the cold weather. I like to go out early each frosty morning and spread some bird seed along the ground in our dormant garden for my little feathered friends. Often in the early dark, there are a few birds waiting for me to come out and start slinging bird seed. These few little birds aren’t afraid as I approach and put the seed down. I imagine their lack of fear is caused by desperation. Perhaps, they are barely staying alive in the harsh weather and breakfast that morning will be the difference between surviving or not.
Then again, these early birds might be regulars who recognize me as the breakfast guy in my bathrobe, sweatpants, untied snow boots and orange knit cap. Not to mention groggy countenance and coffee breath. Regardless, it makes me feel good to help out. Feeding the birds might be a little thing but I’m happy to do it.
And that reminds me of my human friends and family. The holidays can be challenging for anyone. It occurs to me there are friends and family I haven’t heard from in a while who I know have a tough time during the holidays. Maybe they are dealing with loneliness or substance abuse or something else. I certainly can’t solve those problems for them. But a little bit of kindness and friendship is never wasted.
Maybe I should take them out for breakfast?
On me!
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