I Don’t Know What to Do

I’m not as nice as Weston’s friend’s mother. Because I don’t see myself keeping up feeding the birds now that I won’t get to enjoy them. The expense and cleaning up was bothering me, but it was worth it to have them around. But cleaning up and paying for seed without the joy of having them around? I can see myself getting resentful real fast. Ugh. I hate myself.

Before I left the apartment this morning I put a bunch of seed where I know they sit and then made a line of seed toward the new location of the feeder, but I was thinking I shouldn’t train them to find the new feeder if I’m not going to keep this up.

Maybe I should dump out all the seed I have left—20 pounds—in a spot where I know they’ll find it and leave it at that?

The cats lazing about now that the window-tv is gone. (I suck.)

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Stacy Horn

I've written six non-fiction books, the most recent is Damnation Island: Poor, Sick, Mad, and Criminal in 19th-Century New York.

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4 thoughts on “I Don’t Know What to Do

  1. Um, nooooo you don’t suck! Stop bringin yourself down! You did a wonderful thing! But these birds will find another food source and the furrballs will find another tv source! You are awesome for having tried! Kudos to you! Eat some chocolate! 🙂

  2. You made an effort! That’s more than most people do! And you are a very good, kind, warm-hearted, animal loving person for even trying! Most people wouldn’t even TRY to do as much as you did! You rock! And the birdies will do what they always do, find food, albeit elsewhere… or eventually find the food you ‘hid’… 🙂 Keep up yer spirits!

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