“Stop that chirping”

For the first time this year I did a little work outside in the garden. I put some coffee grounds I had leftover from last fall on the worm depository, compost pile that is the winter home for some of the worms. Then I put on the pile some wood chips that I just had gotten today from the city dump.

When I went out to the backyard I could hear but not see the chirping birds that hang out on bushes on the other side of the fence around the garden. As I moved closer to the compost pile the chirping got louder and louder.

Usually I put some bird seeds on the feeder that hangs on the tree over the worm depository. This winter I meant well but did not do it. Sensing my presence they were chirping louder to tell me to get some seeds. I got the message and went to the garage to look for some. To my surprise there was none. Feeling guilty I slid back into the house and the chirping grew softer. At least there was water, but not for my doing, in the bird bath.

I was supposed to meet some nursing students for an interview for a school project today. But I did not schedule it on my phone calendar and set an alarm to remind myself and forgot.

Today our country slid into a third world, this time into oil rich Libya.

Because of the nuclear catastrophe in Japan, the world hardly noticed. The nightly news anchor said there was too much news to report in the world today.

By way of friends I got two letters today from Kabul, Afghanistan about the plight of the people there, especially the youth and children. (See The war is killing Afghanistan’s children. Enough!)

To be honest I feel guiltier about the killing in the three wars we are conducting and about the man-made nuclear accident in Japan than about not feeding the chirping birds in the backyard. However, it is easier to do something about the chirping birds that the wars and the nuclear catastrophe.

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