The feeder seems made for those long periods of puzzling things out that a new book entails. I tend to hit my speed during revision, somewhere around the second or third draft. At that point, I know, I won’t look up. I won’t notice the birds at all because I will be lost to the manuscript, but for now, I’m doing a lot of thinking, a lot of watching of birds.
I am continually amazed at the variety of birds that show up at my feeder and how closely I am able to observe them, unnoticed. This yellow one is my favorite. He shows up most days, though a large black bird keeps landing beside him and nudging him out. Two cardinals have made a nest in a nearby bush, and they visit, too, generally in the morning, but sometimes at dusk. Titmice are plentiful, as are jays and chickadees. I thought I saw a Purple Finch yesterday, though I couldn’t be sure. He flew off before I could snap his picture.
How about you? How is your writing going these days?