Dirty Birdies

They might be dirty birdies… but of course I love them so. Even with the birdseed scatters far across the floor. But I doubt they’re really dirty since they crowd my birdbath so. And with the drought outside my door I let their water flow. They flutter around the bowl with ease as it empties twice a day. And I enjoy watching them play in a wonderful display. Nowhere will you find such an intensely flowing water storm. And 12 stick close together as they show they’re many charms. I authorize their playfulness for my many tiny friends. Even a tiny hummingbird comes to my window in the end. Now that is most surprising, as I have nothing for him to eat. We both just like admiring the view for it is such a treat. Of course he’s really telling me to turn on the sprinkler hose. For he loves to travel back and forth as the water travels so. As a child my mother took care of the chicken coup and began to Despise those Dirty Birds… but when I was young her comment turned Into a name for those I loved… I was too young to realize her true meaning At the time… Later it stayed with me as a memory of how different were our lives and how things are passed along from one generation to another...