They Took The Bird feeders Down.I used to watch the days stretch out before me and wait for the sky to shift to orange and pink. My grandma and I would sit by the windows to observe the free creatures flit, float, and fly by. She would name each of them from memory as if reading them from a page. She loved their songs and I loved the way their wings spread across the entire horizon.More Like This
The days stretched and subsided at dusk, then if it was my turn I would walk onto the porch with Grandma and we would fill cut up milk jugs with birdseed. We walked down a wooded path that led a few paces into the forest. It was only a few steps, but to me it was miles into a foreign place.
Immediately she would spot dozens of birds in the trees, but looking up, I only ever saw leaves.
Our mission was an important one: to fill the two feeders to save the lives of the creatures that my unkeen eyes never could quite see. She would pluck the skinny red feeder from a hook and I'd pour the white seed into it, careful not to let any