I don’t feed the birds.
Instead, I do my utmost to plant and preserve the native plants of the land.
Today, in the middle of a little cold snap, I was rewarded with the sight of a robin feeding on the wrinkled fruits that hang on my Pacific Crabapple tree.
I am not sure if robins ‘cache’ their food for the future, but I’d like to imagine that this robin made a mental note last summer to come back to this tree waiting with its preserved bounty.
Last summer, when his world was a’brim with choices.