My Thoughts

My Thoughts

The old guy grabbed a couple packs of Goldenberg Peanut Chews and a can of his RC Cola the other day and jumped into his old DeSoto. Once a month, the DeSoto needs to stretch its legs and Insider usually just heads south on Route 113 because it’s an easy drive and he’s ensured of not getting lost. That is until he took a detour due to road construction and ended up in Princess Anne. Insider had to stop and ask for directions on how to find his way back home. Next time the old guy will just head west on Route 50. He likes his chances there.

The birds outside the old guy’s kitchen window are delighted with the new bird seed he offered them the other day. It was a different brand than he normally buys, but it’s going over well. Each morning he opens the window and enjoys the chirping and singing along with his boiled coffee. The cardinals, blue jays and blackbirds are attracted by the larger seeds and the sparrows and wrens delight in the smaller feed. For some reason, the jaybirds and robins aren’t the least bit interested in the daily feeding. They’re there but apparently prefer hunting their own food.

Insider does not know much about the mating season of the birds, but they sure seem up to something. They have been busy for the last couple weekends building nests in the old guy’s birdhouses. There they are bringing back feathers, leaves and whatever they can get in their mouths. They go at it for hours, stopping every once in a while to eat and get a sip of water out of the bird bath. When they are really busy, nothing can get their attention, even the mean old squirrel that comes into the bird feeding area every now and again and steals some feed.

Insider has seen this before. Soon the birds will not be bringing back feathers and leaves, rather they will be bringing back food for the little ones nestled safely in the bird house. Their little heads will be poking out, crying, eyes still not formed, seeking out food. Only a couple will make it, maybe just one. Only the strong will survive, most likely the one that’s able to get its head out of the bird house first to meet the incoming meal. Soon after they will all be gone and replaced by another family that looks just like the last one.