We've installed a second "TV" of sorts at our home, a simple little bird feeder right outside our patio.
Even as May sweeps is upon us in TV land, I find myself watching our new feathered friends more and more.
I'm not too familiar with official bird names, but I've come up with my own sort of bird short hand.
"There's the blushing one again," I tell Joni when I see the light grey bird with the faintest blush on its head and neck. Then there's the "mascara" bird. It too is little and greyish, but has what looks like heavy mascara around its eyes.
We've had a very light yellow bird join our menagerie on the back porch and another variety of bird that my father-in-law thinks may be something called a flicker.
The birds don't seem to mind our dog Brandi, who watches them in constant amazement like they're on a TV season-ending cliff-hanger.
Besides entertaining Brandi, and us, our new winged friends sing for their breakfast, lunch and dinner.
We also have a visitor to our bird feeder who's not a bird at all. That would be a squirrel who hangs from a branch by his tail, then stretches himself out fully to reach the feeder.
We try to shoo him away, but it's hard not to admire his ingenuity.
Our second TV has proven so popular we're going to add a third, a hummingbird feeder that Joni's been eager to put up.
Speaking of humming and song birds, there were six of us at the organizational meeting held two weeks ago for the community Christmas choir. There are at least another dozen or so interested, and I've gotten calls from other folks as well.
Sometime this fall we'll get together again for a practice and to get better acquainted.