The sun this morning is playing peek a boo behind the colorful clouds. A smell of oncoming rain is floating in the wind. I pour the tiny critter food around the tree, watching their little eyes watching, waiting , starving to eat.
My mouth utters small clicks as I assure them no harm. My friends from the trees with bushy tails, that flutter in appreciation. I smile as I walk away to turn and watch as they rush the seeds and dried corn. Breakfast for the squirrels and chipmunks is served.
Larry the blue Jay is squeaking high up in the branches, calling to others that the feeding tree is ready.
My usual morning routine.
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