Bird watching was always something my grandpa enjoyed doing. He watched from his chair , in the living room, on the front porch, at the cabin, even at the beach. My grandpa had several bird feeders hanging from the porch roof. There was always plenty for them to eat. My grandma would throw pieces of bread out to the grass for them, as well. I’ve taken a grand liking to them, myself. I enjoy watching the variety , such a beautiful mix of colors. I love listening to their unique sounds. They’re just a pleasantry that I’ve had that helps me remain close to my grandpa.