I remember my Grandma coming to visit and how we would joke that as soon as she arrived and started to feed the birds they would just multiply in the matter of a day.
Last year when mom came to visit one of the first things that she did was go and get us a bird feeder. Being a competitive family we all placed bets on how many birds that there would be at the feeder the next morning. There were over 15. It was amazing and Paul and I really enjoyed watching the birds. Titana (the cat) also really watched the birds--with a calculating eye. It reminded me of Grandma's visits.
Now that we are moved into our new home in Anchorage we have hung up the feeders and are getting some little Nuthatches. They are such cute little birds. As I was standing outside contemplating where to hang the feeder one landed on the feeder in my hand.
It is still dark when we leave for work and come home so on weekends we really like to have a later breakfast and watch the birds enjoy their breakfast. I feel that I am carrying on a Stockland tradition.
