But 17 was a dang good number the other day as I took my walk around Egg Harbor Township High School. Thru the year I have watched my little family of Bluebirds grow from 4 to what appears to be at least 17.
January 2019.....4 adult winter hold-overs enjoyed my bird feed. They knew my house and I knew their house. In the woods, over there...across the trail and towards grandmother's someplace. Today, we have 17 or perhaps more. They love the chain links fences and as I walk, they lead me forward, or perhaps I am chasing them. Regardless it is a game we play.
The other day I did manage to count 17 on the fence or in flight, or near by. Like that, 17. I haven't given them names, nor could remember that list, or to which name belonged to whom. I just know them as my family. I walk, they are there. They lead me around the school on the edges and I am curious if they even care about me or if I am just some blob approaching them and their natural inclination is to just 'take off' as I near. I have a feeling that is the case.
No matter.....todo bien.