Saturday, December 12, 2015

Wild Farmer

Carrying a full bird feeder by its bail as I return it from our seed storage bin to its hook on a Boxelder limb, it occurs to me that I am a farmer. Maybe not in the normal sense, but I am a farmer nonetheless. I am a caretaker of birds, trees, and flowers, and I harvest that which I did not plant. My gain is the simple joy of being with wild things.

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