Today I walked out of my house, heading to the studio. It isn't far to walk down the sidewalk from our house to the barn where my studio awaits. Outside my back door hang my bird feeders. I have a big ole gourd with three big circles cut out and black oil sunflower seeds inside. I have a nice wire feeder that also holds black oil sunflower seeds, a bag of thistle seed and a wire cage for suet. The birds fly off when I come out the door with my three dogs. I hear them all chattering in the pine trees, in the tangled trumpet vine that climbs the arbor and in the branches of the old maple trees.
We have had lots of birds coming to the feeders. I watch them every morning while I have coffee and breakfast. They make a lot of noise as they talk to their neighbor at the feeder. I hear the nuthatch with it's throaty chirp, the cardinals tweeting to their mates and the joyful sound of the finches. It is a busy little community of birds that share the feeders with very few spats between them. Of course, when the big Blue-jay comes in, most birds give him room, he collects seeds and then goes elsewhere to eat them, then the little birds resume their meals.
After filling the feeders, the dogs and I head to the studio. We get in the studio and are greeted by the cats, Punkin' Patch and Spirit Kitty (the Queen). Depending on the moment they will want out now or in five minutes, or as soon as I sit down to do some serious work. I turn up the heat and turn on the music, it is most often Native American Flute, by some of my favorite musicians. I usually have a plan for the day before I start my work, it could be gourds, painting a canvas with acrylics or even making a piece of jewelery. Today I dive into the project I wrote about in Meandering Artist. I am working and hearing the birds chattering, it sounds like a chorus of hundreds outside. I even look once to see if we've been invaded by all the neighbors birds, but all was normal. I go back to work.