When the weather is as consistently cold as it is at the
moment, the birds become frantic. The ground remains frozen and there are no
seeds or berries to be had (for some reason, the ivy hasn’t fruited this year –
presumably because of the exceptionally wet summer.) And so they’re turning to
me, and the job of keeping them supplied is almost full time.
No doubt I’m helping some to survive who would otherwise die
of cold and starvation. That seems good. On the other hand, they’re dependent
on me, and that doesn’t. What does one do? Harden the heart and let nature take
its course? There’s a certain rightness about that, but I would find it
extremely difficult to do.
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