My Helping Hand Poem by Jayne Louise Davies
My Helping Hand
The first frost of winter appears overnight,
It's time to be there with a helping hand,
Birds will get hungry,
I'll be there in their plight,
To keep up their strength as they travel the land.
I'll sit near my window,
Contented that they,
Will get what they need to get through their day,
And when all is quiet,
As they sit in their nests,
I'll know that I've given my utmost best.
Jayne Louise Davies
I had to go back to the supermarket this morning to buy bird seed as I put it around my local lake for the woodland birds. I was reminded by a pair of rooks I once feed with Clara's kibble she wouldn't eat. Contd….
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5/17/2024 6:41:41 AM # 1.0.0.1119
When Clara got old we would sit on the same bench every morning and I'd feed her kibble. She wouldn't eat it all so I gave it to 2 rooks, and git them to come within one metre of me. They are still there now and follow me for a hundred metres or so. They'll get bird seed tomorrow.