Feed the Birds

Fandango is our host and this is his photoprompt this week.
The image below is from Pexels.com.
For the visually challenged writer, the photo shows a woman standing on a stone dock by a lake tossing morsels of food into the air. She’s surrounded on the dock, in the air, and on the water, by various birds and waterfowl going after the food.

I thought about reblogging this  or this but then decided to write something new.
Hope you enjoy it.

She was known as the Bird Lady, and every day would come to the lake with her bags of bread to feed the birds.
Word soon got around and it wasn’t just water fowl, but anything with feathers knew there would be something for them, especially in the hardest of times.It was an unspoken rule that the smallest ate first, so even if a few were late arriving, the bigger species would step back and give them priority. It tickled the Bird Lady and her laughter would echo across the water, attracting even more of her feathered friends to the feast.

One day she didn’t come, though the birds did in their hundreds, sitting and waiting patiently every day until someone new arrived with a small urn and tipped the contents into the water.
The birds stood silently and watched, none moving, understanding that their human friend would no longer be there for them.

A figure was erected where She had stood, her arms permanently raised and open, inviting her skyborn babes to her bosom. Now the Bird Lady stood tall and proud amongst her feathered children forever, and it was visitors to the park that scattered crumbs and seed at her feet.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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17 Responses to Feed the Birds

  1. Sadje says:

    A lovely story Di

  2. Carol anne says:

    Wow Di this is great! I lovedit! ✨💕😘

  3. quiall says:

    Oh my word, that had me in tears, sobbing! That was beautiful. When I first saw the line I thought of was this song… “Feed the birds, tuppence a bag, tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag…” I loved that song.

  4. Lauren says:

    This is beautiful.

    • Thank you. We had a goose lady in Poole who used to feed the geese for as long as I could remember. When she died, they wanted to put up a bench in her memory, but it was denied because it was considered the geese and their mess were a nuisance.

  5. willowdot21 says:

    Di this is a beautiful story 💜💜

  6. Fandango says:

    Your story was both heartbreaking and heartwarming at the same time. A great achievement, Di.

  7. Nope, Not Pam says:

    Very poignant

  8. Wonderful. Might be a different story if it was the psychotic Scarborough Gulls.

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