Kevin has put a lot of effort into making our backyard as inviting to me as possible, and while I do not myself actually go in the backyard when he is not home (I get lost in our bathroom, it just isn't a good idea for me to go outside where I can get lost in a several miles large park), he has also made it inviting to the many birds that live in the park behind our home.  We now have a large variety of birds who spend several hours a day eating from the various bird feeders and swimming in the not really bird baths that Kevin has set up (they are actually $3 plastic dishes that are supposed to go under flower pots but they were the right size and depth).

As we have spent more an more time watching these birds we have noticed that a couple of them have been injured at some point along the way to finding out backyard and making it home.  We have asked the local wildlife rescue group if they were okay to stay in the wild and they said that so long as they could fly/feed/and get to safety, they were fine, so basically as long as we keep seeing them.  In many ways I am glad we get to keep seeing these two visitors because they remind me that despite having a disability (one has a lame leg, the other is blind in at least one eye and we are not sure if he can see out the other one but somehow he always manages to land on the feeders after a bit of aerial acrobatics) they are still very much alive and still very much living.  The one with the lame leg may never eat off the feeders, relying on what has fallen to the ground because he just cannot land up on them, but he is the biggest and the loudest of his type of bird.  The one with a missing eye and the other injured only ever eats from the feeders, probably worried that if he landed on the ground he would be easy prey, but he sits on the feeders for several minutes, several times, each day and noms away very happily chirping up a storm to his fellow finches. 

It is remarkable what you can learn from watching birds.  I have learned that some types of birds are very social and will try to help others of their own kind, while some types, not so much.  I have watched an adult male house finch feed an adult female house finch because for some reason she couldn't feed on her own, although we still haven't quite figured out why.  I have also watched the mourning doves chase each other around the backyard trying to lay claim to the largest pile of seeds on the ground despite the fact that there is enough seed for 10 times the number of birds that actually visit our yard.

Provided it is not a heavy light sensitivity day for me I can watch these light  birds for hours on end and often find that I have missed most of the day because of it.  I always listen for their chirping when I am stuck in bed for the day, happy knowing that they are still doing well and able to find food easier because we have put out so much seed and in so many different types.  Before the disability I always thought birds were pretty, but I never would have thought I would spend so much time watching them and caring about the safety and welling being of the birds that visit our backyard.