(Winter Is) For the Birds

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10:09am
I jump at the opportunity to implement a disguised fine motor activity around here. Today, Jack and I made a cranberry-popcorn garland to put out on our Dogwood. I had month-old cranberries in the fridge, popcorn in the cupboard, and dental floss in the bathroom drawer (What? You haven't heard of Avian Gingivitis?). Jack recently sewed a winter hat as part of his arctic theme at school, so he was more adept with the needle and floss than I anticipated. Charlie was like a puppy around a dinner table the entire time, scooping up the busted, fragile kernels with glee. A hour later we had tender crimson fingers, a lonely pile of un-popped kernels, a faint minty fresh air quality, and less than a foot of a buffet line for our feathered friends. It seems the workers here eat more than they produce.