Someone was teasing me the other day, saying I was too young to be into birdwatching, and if I really wanted to party it up, I should go down to the retirement community and enlist some birding recruits. We could have quite the rockin' club! (Little did they know that in my head, I'm like, 'YEAH! That's a great idea!') But, I'll put that on pause for the time being. Actually, I have always loved birds. Listening to them, watching them, reading about them, borrowing song-bird albums from the library...a total bird nerd from the start.
When I was younger, I had a favorite book that I still keep called, Andrew Henry's Meadow. The jist of the book is that one by one, a bunch of misunderstood kids ran away and built little homes for themselves. The homes they built were a reflection of what they loved to do most. And among them waas a fellow bird nerd named Alice. She had the coolest house high up in the trees so could be around birds all the time. "That was the life," I thought!
My dream house at six years old..
Fast forward twenty-nine years, I had a dream come true of sorts.
I found myself in the woods of Montana and my front door was a flight up. The house has four 4x5 windows, and a 6ft. bay window flanked by two smaller windows that crank out. We have a deck that wraps around the front and back, which makes it ideal to put up and maintain a few birdfeeders. And because there is plenty of habitat for little birds to fly to for cover, the birds definitely visit and they visit often.
"Delight yourself in the Lord, and He will
give you the desires of your heart."
Psalm 37:4
Our little visitors come in all shapes