The Little Sparrow
I think a little sparrow has inherited one of my passed on dogs’ spirit.
We have a bird feeder that cost us a fortunte in Sunflower seeds (their favourite) that we keep full all winter long. We have so many birds that enjoy the feeder and keep me totally entertained. Many different kinds of birds too that all get along except for the couple of big Morning Doves that just bully their way in there from time to time and spread all of the seeds every where - I don’t get it.
Most days when I get home from work there is a little sparrow that is just so excited to see me. This little sparrow if first on the big planter box closest to the house just above the dog’s outdoor bed {hmmm}. Then she (all my dogs were female) hops on over to to the top of a snow shovel as I turn my car off. When I get out of the car she jumps on over to the hand railing leading up to the deck. As I get closer, she then either goes under the deck or up into the Willow tree. In the mean time, Bailey is going crazy hearing all the commotion that this sparrow is creating and Bailey is still on the inside of the house behind a locked door.
This little sparrow better be careful because Bailey just recently ate a bird (then puked it up in the living room - lovely) that was just a little to relaxed waiting for me to come out.