I thought about my mom a lot over the wkend (she passed many years ago). One thing that I kept remembering was her joy of a quiet morning, a good cup of coffee and watching the birds out the window.
I had never really been interested in birds until she started sharing her stories about the neighborhood birds coming to her balcony feeders. She became enamored of the wild birds when she retired, was home a lot and realized that she enjoyed watching the birds out her window so bought feeders and fed them every day.
I started to notice the personalities of the different birds, how they interacted with each other and how different they all were. I started putting out feeders and watching them on a daily basis, just like my mom. Then we would share our bird stories with each other.
When I watch the birds, it reminds me of my mom and makes me smile.
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