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I’m quite a fan of Simon Barnes, Chief Sports Correspondent of The Times. He writes a discourse called “Wild Notebook” in The Times on Saturday. He also wrote a book called “How to be entirely terrible birdwatcher: to the greater glory of life”, which I loved very much. A few hours a week, wrote, “If your mind is in tune with the birds, the birds are part of the experience of nearly everything. It is a matter of obsessive quest: Once triggered the batter, it is impossible not look at the birds. You can not clear the conscience of the birds. “From reading this article, I’ve been thinking a lot about it. I have loved birds all my life, but I reckon it was about seven years ago that I really addressed that, so to speak, of the switches. I get up, I hear the swallows on touchtone phone wires, which hovers around feeding finches and sparrows chattered. I go to the car and hear the oystercatchers, gulls and curlew on the bottom edge. I drive to work and I realize the vast quantity of Magpie on the streets, tower, crow and pigeon feed in grain fields. I noticed the swifts roll across the sky. I can not get away from them and yet I want. I come home and my dog Pickles Killard my local nature reserve and see the black neck, hear the white throat, Dunnocks and wrens in the hedges. I hear the overhead call tern on its way to feed or on the way back with a spear or two of their children in Strangford Lough. Sand Martins is flying low over the field of cow parsley in the food line. Along the coast are ringed plovers with their new families and riders in the Alps beach migration routes to the north or south. Inside are larks and meadow pipit pipit two that seem to glide in the sky and a parachute to earth is calling all the time. I look at the sea and are pelican running away, often bright white in the sky. They are the shearwaters, which tend to flap their wings, small wind five times before that date slip against its wings again. In strong winds, seems to swing across the waves and then shearing off the fill up as they go. I wonder who are on the way back to the Copeland Islands or a walk on the track towards Skomer Iceland in the north of Wales. I like birds. Birds I have for the past twenty years and has a couple of investors all over the garden. During this time I have always annoyed by the way you have to buy food for birds. If you buy at a grocery store is usually packed in a bag of flow that is hard to find, hard to pour into the feeder without spilling the world over. What to do when they are not everything. Thu transfer to a further container. But in reality should be so simple. I mean, it’s just bird food is not rocket science. It should be simple. It should be simple and it is what I will do it. So “Tweet remember their birds,” I would be interested in any Reader Feedback