A month from today I will be 50. Right now, I sit on a front porch watching a blue bird peck at bird seed that has fallen to the ground from a feeder that sits on a pole above the bird. The blue bird chirped at my dog and I when he landed, moments ago; was he saying hello to us, or shooting my dog some sort of warning, like, "hey you, I'm about to eat now, and you better stay back, Jack." When Mr. Blue Bird leaves, I'm going to fill the feeder and add water to the two water baths that are adjacent to the feeder; this way, when I wake up in the morning, I should have plenty of company out front of the house, plenty of birds, and, at least one or two squirrels to look at over am coffee.