posted on Apr, 13 2016 @ 06:15 PM
Its a phenomena ive remarked on a time or two.....
As one ages there comes a time in your life when all kinds of birds become of interest to you....
Usually after your productive forties but any age is possible...
I went through this in my 40s and 50s but have actually gotten a bit less dedicated....
I remember standing outside in below zero by the feeder for hours with food in hand to get to know my local birds better,(and them to get to know me)
it worked better than I ever hoped it would and was worth the sacrificed frostbite....
I made friends with several species who lost their fear of me personally....
The nuthatch mom would bring her offspring and teach them I wasn't a threat and coax them down to my outstretched hand...
At one point I had three baby swallow orphans I raised....they used to snuggle up in my beard when I came home from work, and sleep there....
Nothing in the world makes one feel any better than something like that.....
Two ravens, (Heckyl and Jeckyl) come to my boat every morning for their daily slice of whole wheat bread these days....
They land on the rail and stare into the window till I get off my duff and go throw them a crust or two....
edit on 13-4-2016 by bandersnatch
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