The birds have returned to our feeder.

I am somewhat ashamed to say that I am a fair weather friend to backyard birds. It’s because of the hassle factor during the winter. (Ashamed because I really do love birds and I know that they need my help most in the cold weather. Maybe someday my intentions in this regard will be turned into action…)

Now that I have started offering seeds again, the little birds have rediscovered our deck.  On sunny days, it is warm enough for me to sit on an old chair with a blanket nearby (in case it’s needed) and just watch them. I observe them quietly as they fly in and fly out, chirping and trilling and smacking with satisfaction and élan. They happily knock seeds out of the feeder, to the left and to the right, in their excitement. Their enjoyment spreads like a golden river of warm caramel right to where I am sitting. I feel like they are saying, “Hey, Rachel. Get a load of this. Awesome, right? This is livin’!” And I definitely do agree.

If you click here, you can watch them for a few seconds too.

And they sing pretty little songs, which is fitting for such pretty little birds. You can listen to this pretty little song (about birds rather than from birds) for free on Lala. I love the Be Good Tanyas, and I am sad that (at least for now) they are no more. Enjoy: The Littlest Birds – The Be Go…

Gotta fly now, friends…

The Littlest Birds
by Jolie Holland, performed by the Be Good Tanyas

Well I feel like an old hobo,
I’m sad lonesome and blue
I was fair as the summer day
Now the summer days are through
You pass through places
And places pass through you
But you carry ’em with you
On the souls of your travellin’ shoes

Well I love you so dearly I love you so clearly
Wake you up in the mornin’ so early
Just to tell you I got the wanderin’ blues
I got the wanderin’ blues
And i’m gonna quit these ramblin’ ways one of
these days soon
And I’ll sing

The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs…

Well it’s times like these
I feel so small and wild
Like the ramblin’ footsteps of a wanderin’ child
And I’m lonesome as a lonesome whippoorwill
Singin these blues with a warble and a trill
But I’m not too blue to fly
No I’m not too blue to fly cause

The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs…

Well I love you so dearly
I love you so fearlessly
Wake you up in the mornin’ so early
Just to tell you I got the wanderin’ blues
I got the wanderin’ blues
And I don’t wanna leave you
I love you through and through

Oh I left my baby on a pretty blue train
And I sang my songs to the cold and the rain
I had the wanderin’ blues
And I sang those wanderin’ blues
And I’m gonna quit these ramblin’ ways
One of these days soon
And I’ll sing…

The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs….

I don’t care if the sun don’t shine
I don’t care if nothin’ is mine
I don’t care if I’m nervous with you
I’ll do my lovin’ in the wintertime