It's For The Birds

A true believer loves for his brother what he loves for himself.

Muhammad
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I was feeling a bit morose today, partly because it's another day without sunshine. We've had too much rain. I don't want these leaves going from green to brown so fast, you hear me? I want a little color outside my window, some yellow, red, orange, even some amber. See to it.

So I called my good buddy Marty. He's a positive sort and he set me straight, turned me around and pointed my nose toward the goal of seeing the rainbow that's always in my mind if I look for it. Thanks Marty.

Today I had the great pleasure of cleaning out the bird feeder. I'm here to tell you that you haven't lived until you've scooped up a bag full of moldy seeds and bird poop. A rare and hard to match experience. It's a good thing I'm not squeamish.

I should have taken the bird feeder inside when Irene came to call, but it was so well fastened to the railing (to prevent the vandal who chopped down the last one) that I just tied it off and left it there. After Hurricane Irene and Tropical Storm Lee had their ways with it the feeder was no longer fit for birds, squirrels or any decent beast.

So now it's clean (factory fresh, as they say). I put it out to dry, which it will do if Mother Nature doesn't drop any of her damn rain on it. Tomorrow I will reseed and hope to welcome back my chirping neighbors, even though they still dash off every time the see me.

And so my friends, brothers and sisters, bloggers and fellow pilgrims on the shore of a new season, let's try an Autumn Question.

DB - The Vagabond
Never Give Up
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AUTUMN QUESTION

What event over the past year changed your life, a lot or a little.

dbdacoba@aol.com

I am looking forward to your answers.
DB
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