I was never much into birds or bird-watching. That changed when I met my Erika and started spending time at her place in Bellevue. Her basement apart was tucked into a wooded area, with a window, the length of the wall, looking into the trees.
She had a small feeder affixed to the glass that attracted a variety of species (not to mention a certain squirrel). I found myself watching them come and go from the feeder. Erika would point out the birds – house finches, beswick wrens, black-capped chickadees, juncos…..I slowly learned to identify them.
They were always there. We’d wake up to their songs. Stuck at home, we’d watch them for hours.
Hummingbirds would drink from a small feeder on her fingers. Chickadees would eat out of her hand. Steller’s jays would walk up to me, picking up peanuts placed within arms length, as I sat on her deck.