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.)