Most days lately I continue the long slog toward becoming a living caricature of an old man by watching the birds who gather at our recently installed backyard feeder. We get a lot of regulars, from cardinals to blue jays to woodpeckers to mourning doves to starlings. I can watch for hours. I’ve been surprised by how much comfort and enjoyment I get from it.
If this makes me an old fart then so be it.