I try to visit my garden every other day or so to ensure that the bird feeders are filled. When I went there today, the feeders were nearly empty. I refilled them all, and then sat on the bench and watched as the little birds flew to the feeder to eat. I was surprised by a visit from a larger bird--a black thrush. He made his presence known and kept the small birds at bay as he ate. Such is the way of nature. After he left, I made sure there was still plenty of seeds.
The nicest part of my visits is meeting my little robin friend again. When I first arrived in the garden today, he was the first one to greet me. Of course I can't rule out that he views me as 'matmor' (literally translated = food mother), but nevertheless, I find him to be just adorable. Today he hovered around me and let me take a few videos and photos of him at the feeding station. When I walked away from it to go sit down on the bench, which is a bit of a distance from the station, he followed me and perched himself in the ninebark bush next to the greenhouse, all the while watching me. He is curious and quite friendly. How attached you can become to such little creatures. God's creatures. It would break my heart if anything ever happened to him, so I hope and pray that it won't, and that he'll survive the winter and make it into spring. Hopefully he'll reunite with his mate (if he has one). I haven't seen her, whereas I've seen him, usually solo, hanging around my garden for the past two years or so.
Here is a video from today's visit so you can get to see him. He seems to be a contented little bird.
