I sort of see this blog as a journal to chronicle my family's history and milestones in. To that end the following story took place yesterday afternoon while I was digging in the dirt....
We have a beautiful ornamental cranberry tree in our front yard. The birds have been flying in and eating last year's fruit from the branches and entertaining our kids in the process. Emmett gets so excited to see the birds he runs right up to the tree with a big smile on his face. He can't understand why the birds won't talk to him.
I decided to hang a feeder to attract the birds. (I will be asking for a birdbath for Mother's Day too.) Yesterday Emmett saw some robins pecking the ground in our neighbour's yard. He ran up to them to tell them about the feeder--I know this because he signed "Eat" and pointed towards our seed. The birds didn't stick around to see what he was talking about. I have tried to explain that if he wants to see the birds he must sit quietly on our porch and just look at them. He wiggles with excitement to see them eating and just can't stay put. He always runs in for a closer look.
I don't know who to feel sorry for: the birds who just want to eat, or Emmett who just wants to make friends.