Bio Note: I love my creative life as a writer, photographer, musician, and artist—all wrapped together in an outdoorsman. This Covid crisis has presented a challenge as I’m an eight-year cancer survivor and sheltering in place is not my nature. Fortunately, there are some large parks near our home, where I get caught up in wonder. My writing and photography have appeared in numerous news stand, inspirational, and literary publications.
When safety concerns prevented inviting human guests, I put up a birdfeeder for corporate celebration. Two place settings waited our side of the dining room glass. Rosy-headed finches arrived first scratching and splashing seeds. Dark-eyed Juncos glided on invisible skates gleaning seed the finches rained down. White-winged doves bobbed and strutted like windup toys. What a satisfying scene, like kids at play or the kids’ table at the family feast after promised desserts. Then a flight of doves arrived. They didn’t just scare the kids away, they tipped the table over. Four doves mounted the feeder and storms of seed showered a frenzied mob. It was a crowd of Black Friday shoppers. House Sparrows made sport of darting in and out of the churning froth. A green-sheened grackle watched from safe distance, I thought I could read its mind, “We can be rude, but not that crude!” It flew away. We had hoped that chickadees, nuthatches, and cardinals would come. A cardinal guest would almost be like a smiling grandson hands pressed against the glass.
©2021 Mark Weinrich
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