Wood is stacked and ready beside the door. The generator has been started up to be sure it is ready if needed. As I looked out over the chilly scene, all was quiet in anticipation of this loudly touted storm that approached us.
A Carolina Wren perched on the wooden bench within my sight. It was rare to see a bird venture this close to the back door. It started up with an insistent chirping that went on and on. It caught my attention because these little creatures rarely stay in one place for long. Yet, it seemed to continue on as if it was sending a message. It just continued on. Funny, I thought as I continued to watch.
Then it dawned on me, it was looking directly at my back door. I felt the message was somehow directed at me. I looked guiltily out at the empty feeders outside. No wonder, this brave little messenger wanted to alert me the the usual fly-ins, their Wendy's, McDonald's, Whataburger feeders, and the dine-in Texas Roadhouse, which was hanging on our window, were all out of millet.
We crowd together to get our food from the nearest HEB grocery to fill our pantries and freezers before we are stuck inside while no drive-in is open with everyone iced in. But these tiny free loaders had a feeding frenzy in their preparation for the weather change that they could feel in the air.
Now as I sip my hot tea, I watch the contented flock of finches, wren, sparrows and a cardinal or two come by to dine at their fly-ins. But as for a drink or two after their tasty meal, it turned into a rather icy skating rink.
