I was in the bedroom getting dressed. Larry was in the adjoining bathroom, chuckling merrily. "These birds!" he said. "I love them. They're so cute!"
I went to the window to behold a fat robin on our deck, with a twig in its beak, which reminded me of a fact I'd learned the night before about bird feeders. Evidently sparrows (I think the person said sparrows, though I know one of you will correct me if I have it wrong) will eat their weight in mosquitos and are attracted to a certain kind of bright white bird feeder.
"I'm on it!" Larry enthused. "I'll pick one of those up this weekend."
He stepped out of the bathroom then, puffed out his chest, and said:
"You know you've reached a lame age when you can totally understand why someone would become a bird watcher."
As if the high powered binoculars he asked for for Christmas last year weren't the first clue.
I went to the window to behold a fat robin on our deck, with a twig in its beak, which reminded me of a fact I'd learned the night before about bird feeders. Evidently sparrows (I think the person said sparrows, though I know one of you will correct me if I have it wrong) will eat their weight in mosquitos and are attracted to a certain kind of bright white bird feeder.
"I'm on it!" Larry enthused. "I'll pick one of those up this weekend."
He stepped out of the bathroom then, puffed out his chest, and said:
"You know you've reached a lame age when you can totally understand why someone would become a bird watcher."
As if the high powered binoculars he asked for for Christmas last year weren't the first clue.
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