People ask me why birds.
It’s a fair question.
Most people assume Feed the Birds First is about birds.
It isn’t.
Or at least, not in the way they think.
Years ago, I realized something about my mornings.
Like so many people, I woke up already behind. Before my feet hit the floor, I was thinking about work, responsibilities, emails, deadlines, and everything waiting for me. My attention belonged to the day before the day had even begun.
Then one morning I carried a scoop of seed out into the yard.
I wasn’t looking for anything profound.
I just remember starting to fill the feeders and realizing there was a whole other world happening around me that I hadn’t even noticed.
The sun was spilling light across the mountain.
The air was quiet.
Birds were arriving from every direction.
Some landed in the trees.
Some waited on the fence.
Others seemed to know exactly which feeder they preferred.
Nothing extraordinary had happened.
The world had been doing this every single morning.
I had simply never stopped long enough to see it.
That morning changed something in me.
Not because of the birds.
Because of what they taught me to notice.