While eating Lance Toast-Chee Crackers and drinking my Diet Coke for breakfast this morning, I was also checking emails, and watching the birds in the backyard. Okay, I'm a multi-tasker; some habits are hard to break. I have been among the ranks of the unemployed for four days, and so far the only things I miss are my friends and the paycheck.
After yesterday's trip to Aldi's for fresh fruit and vegetables, I found a bag of shriveled apples in our fridge's produce drawer. I don't know how long they had been in there, but based on their condition, I would say a pretty long time.
Feeling a bit guilty about throwing out an entire bag of apples, especially with my new awareness of frugality, I decided to core and slice them for the birds, squirrels, and rabbits, and toss the rest in the compost bin. Yeah, I have a compost bin. Aren't you proud of me? I don't exactly know what to do with compost once I have it, but....
Anyway, back to the bird story. So I took some of the apple cores and rolled them in birdseed thinking that would make a nice treat for the birds. I placed them on the ledge of the bird feeder, in perfect view from the sofa in our den.
For many years I worked in the office at a school and child care center. Believe me, I've had plenty of opportunities to observe adults and children's behavior, both good and bad. While watching the bird feeder this morning, a small finch flew up and began eating one of the apple cores. He was really enjoying himself, when a large daddy cardinal flew up and shoved him off. I didn't know our beautiful state bird is such a bully. And while I write, there is now a grey squirrel hanging upside down on the bird feeder, pushing all of the remaining apple cores to the ground.
You know, I've discovered something; wildlife is very similar to the workplace. There are always bullies who want to steal your apple core!
Copyright 2011 Charlotte Laney
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