One winter I threw out some black oil sunflower seeds on my patio. I don't even know why I had the seeds, but in an effort to reduce the extraneous stuff in my house, out they went. I thought I'd kill two birds with one stone, in that non-literal way: I'd feed some birds and while the birds were feeding, my brood of indoor cats would have some entertainment. The excitement of chasing leaves from inside the house just wasn't cutting it anymore for the poor, bored creatures.
Four years later I'm spending more per month on bird food than I do gas and my obsession has no bounds. I call my brother in Portland, Oregon and he tells me about the peregrine falcon hatchlings there and I tell him about my ladder back woodpeckers. I had to buy binoculars. I have bird books. I concoct bird watching vacations in my head. I tell anyone who will listen to me about the birds that come to my yard, hence, here I am.
And yes...I have pictures.