Birds

We are (or I am) currently obsessed with birds around this house. I am thrilled by their colors, their variety, their feeding patterns--Harvey is just convinced that they are going to bite him. "Look Harvey, there's a blue bird, " says Mama. "Wherl, wherl? " says Harvey moving his head back and forth without really looking at anything. "There H! There!" "Bird, bite me. Bite me"

On a particularly grey afternoon here last weekend, we turned an old orange juice carton into a bird feeder. Cut two holes on the side, stuck a branch though the middle for a perch, and used a coat hanger to hang it up. We got a beautiful hit immediately--a black and white little chirping thing, but the house, as far as I can tell, has been dead since then. Maybe the birds don't like the paint? the orange juice smell? Not sure, but we are still keeping our eyes out for them.