The front garden bird-sized tub got a makeover last night. Now there is a beautiful red bowl adorning the ancient waterfall like $5 bargain bird bath. One problem--I think the birds are not sure about it.
Chirps from the crepe myrtles are---"what is she thinking??" "too glitzy for my taste", "who bathes in a red shiny bowl--too slippery" "our family has washed our feathers of dusty in concrete shallow dishes for centuries" "and they call us birdbrained".
I am not giving up yet. The water is still in the bowl this morning.
I haven't had to fill it twice before 8AM!!
Peace and unruffled feathers to all of you this wonderful last Friday of April. Looks like rain on my garden today.