Purfeath is part bird. Though his appetite is much grander and his bones are much denser, he believes he’s fowl all the way down to his clawed feet. Purfeath enjoys letting birds rest on his toes. Besides tickling his feet, the touch of feathers makes Purfeath feel loved and lets him know he’s not alone, even though he’s one-of-a-kind.
The other day I looked out at our bird feeder. It was nearly empty again. I can’t believe how much tiny birds eat. A gorgeous, red-headed woodpecker comes a callin’ every day too. A pair of bulky bluejays can’t fit their heads into the feeder. They luck out and get bread crusts and cookies for dessert.
I often look at the ‘frail’ birds pecking away at the feeder. How do hollow bones and light feathers keep them alive in these harsh, single digit temperatures? Nature is truly amazing.
The giant husband built this birdhouse. It’s hard to see, but there’s a little bird sitting on the “For Rent” sign to the right of the house. The giant husband’s sense of humor. 🙂
Thank you. May you dream of birds large and small gliding you across a sky of sleepy stars.
Purfeath created yesterday after bird feeder inspiration.