I was having breakfast, so was he, each on his chosen side of the glass. He watched as I spooned in oatmeal, coffee, juice, toast, the whole deal.
I tried not to feel guilty. The feeders had been filled the day before so there was no shortage of dusty, dry sunflower seeds and ice-cold water.
When he was sure I had finished, he began to examine the branch he had perched upon. He thoroughly inspected each new bud, then, finding one to his liking, assaulted it with vigor.
What better way to take on the new year than with a full belly.
