Because of the draught, because I've seen birds actually hanging around with their tongues hanging out, I set out a make shift bird bath. I took the top of a long-gone garbage can, turned it over, rinsed it out and put fresh clean water in it.
Then I set it under the dogwood tree. It got some use yesterday, so today on the way home, I stopped at The Gah-den Cent-ah of Nyew Juh-say. I saw high bird baths. I saw low bird baths. I saw some with a glazed finish. They were all very nice and I was going to hoist one into my car, smack down maybe $50, and cart the thing home with them.
All of them had little stickers on them and I figured they were a stock number because they all started with 14.
I laughed.
The guy with the garden hose looked at me.
"Oh," I said. "That was funny. For a second, it looked like the bird baths were $140!"
"They are," he said and I laughed all the way to the car.
Somehow, right now, I don't think the wee birdies care if they're drinking from the clean top of a garbage can or a $140 concrete thingamajig.
Water is water and right now, we need it.
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