The only thing I wanted for my birthday was a new birdfeeder. I wanted it positioned right outside my kitchen window so I could watch my birdies more closely. It took a couple weeks, but we finally found something that would work. Jeff and I installed the pole and I filled the feeder and waited.
“They’re not going to come, mom,” Jeffrey said. “It’s too close to the window. They’re too afraid.”
“Just wait,” I said.
A couple weeks went by. Nothing.
Finally, we received our first visitor.
I waited some more.
“They’re not going to come, mom.”
Jeffrey expressed his opinion again this morning at breakfast. We were sitting in the bay enjoying our pancakes (well, I was having yogurt) when I had to get up to shoo away a couple ugly old Grackles. I sat back down.
“Do you remember Pitty-Pat?” I asked him.
Pitty-Pat was the wild cat that I managed to befriend and tame. He used to stalk my birds, so I knew I had to give him a taste of the easy life. He has since passed on to greener pastures.
“Remember how I first put food out in the meadow? And then gradually moved it closer and closer to the house? Until finally, he would sit in front of the French doors and meow at me to come feed him?”
“Yeah,” he said. “I remember.”
“Some things take time.”
Right about then, Lady Cardinal landed on the feeder and began to munch. And then…busy little Titmouse stopped by. Soon, a Purple Finch joined them.
I was afraid to breath. The boys grew quiet too.
“Happy birthday, mom. Just a little bit late,” Jeffrey said.
“See, it just took a little patience.”
“Patience,” Teddy said. “I don’t have any of that. I’ll check the archives.”
And the birds flew away.