Out by the road, in the worst possible place in terms of feng shui (my money corner-perhaps that explains everything) I have a brush pile. It started because, well, partly I am lazy and partly I am cheap and well, I have the land to do it. And heck, the birds and critters love it… so…there it is. To be brutally honest, I have 3 brushpiles. Top, middle and bottom of the property. The one I see most is the one at the bottom, out by the road.
From where I sit in the family room I can see a large Forsythia bush by the back deck. The other day, I happened to look up and noticed the leaves jumping. Since there has been a large flock of mixed migrant buddies lurking silently in the trees for about a week. I thought, perhaps, I could sneak out and see what was what. I caught a glimpse of a clean eyebrow as one of the birds flitted away. I dashed out to see them chase each other through the oaks in backyard. As I stood there craning my neck trying to figure out if this was my regular backyard crew, a caught a flicker of movement out by the brush pile.
Hey! I know you. Long time no see. How has your summer been? How are the wife and kids? Yeah I know the neighborhood has had a lot of hoodlum this year, but they have moved on and it’s peaceful again. Hope you can hang out for a while. Feeders won’t go up until the bears go down, but you know the drill.