This is the way it always happens. All through April, you watch spring happen in the rest of the northern hemisphere and feel deep envy for cherry blossoms and fresh new leaves and blooming gardens. But in New England, you wait. Wait. Wait. The months move along and it’s May. Spring is now just a breath and a day of warm sunshine away.
Garry had to pick up a prescription and that meant he’d have to pass the river and the dam, so I grabbed my camera and came along. We stopped at the Mumford dam and shot — well — it turns out more than 300 pictures. I need to do some serious deleting. It was such a beautiful day. Sunny and windy, but finally warm. We’ve had high winds for almost a week and finally took down a couple of feeders which looked likely to blow away.
After we finish our current seeds, I will have to stop feeding our beautiful birds until the end of summer. The price of everything has gone up and the cost of feeding the birds jumped from around $50/month to more than $100. We also have a lot more birds than we had, too. They are beautiful and I will miss them, but a few months of not having to buy seeds for them will help and maybe the prices will start to go down.
The price of everything has gone up except the money we get monthly. That has been the same for more than a decade. We can’t eat less and something has to give. So at least for the summer, our birds will have to remember how to find food on their own. There’s plenty out there for them and I will start feeding them at the end of August when migration time comes. I wish I didn’t have to do it, but reality bites.