When rain has hung the leaves with tears, I want you near to kill my fears To help me to leave all my blues behind For standin’ in your heart is where I want to be and long to be Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind
A small solar fountain, a plastic planter dish, and some clean water. I can’t remember if I got it for me, for the gentle watery sounds. Or if I got it for the birds.
But the little fountain definitely attracts birds. Robins especially, but the towhees too, catbirds, cardinals, and blue jays. Sometimes they perch nearby, or along the side of the dish, and they stare. As if they’re getting up the nerve.
Sometimes they fly toward the water. Then they retreat. Some never take the plunge…they just fly away.
But most eventually hop in and start splashing. They dunk, and splash, and flap, and they dunk and splash and flap. It goes on, and on.
Then they hop out, fly off to a branch, fluff, pick their feathers, dry their beak. Just when it seems they’re satisfied with the results, they fly back, hop in the water, and start the process all over again.