In a moment she was trudging back, dragging an enormous burlap sack.
"What are you doing?"
"Going to feed the birds." She was out of breath but still moving. "This time of year they need all the help they can get."
He shook his head. "Let me do it"
"I'm very strong."
"Yes, I know. Let me do it anyway."
He took the sack, braced, put his back into it and began to haul it across the snow. It gathered snow— and weight—with every step.
"I thought you weren't a nature lover."
"That doesn't mean I'd let them starve." And she'd promised Libby.
He hauled the bag another foot. "Couldn't you just dump it out?"
"If a thing's worth doing—"
Times Change
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It seems like a no-brainer to help our feathered friends,
but consider these potential risks
Watching birds at your feeder during the barren winter
months is a great way to stay connected with nature and help creatures that
might otherwise struggle to find their next meal.
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The mourning doves were cooing, bobbing heads as they pecked along
the ground under the bird feeder. Too fat and lazy,
Duncan thought, to bother to fly up into it. Rather take leavings.
A lot of people were the same.
High Noon
