Birding Without My Glasses

I can see whatever I want

A white-breasted nuthatch eats from a birder’s hand at a wildlife sanctuary.

Lately, my morning routine has been: wake up, start the coffee, scatter birdseed on the picnic table near my feeder, then check the seed in the feeder itself. If it’s low, I add more; if it’s not, I usually top it off anyway. I stand there to intimidate the squirrels as birds ap…