The granddaughter and I were refilling our bird feeders Saturday and, in the process, I spilled some wild bird seed on her patio table. No problem, I thought. The birds would soon swoop in and devour it.
Yesterday, on my way to the garage, I couldn't help but notice that the food was still there, untouched. I walked around the neighborhood looking for birds and didn't see a one. Not one.
Not that I'm all that alarmed, mind you, but it did seem strange. In fact, it still does.
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