What Caregiving Taught Me About Feeding Birds

Lessons from vicious snakes, blind finches, bereavement, and dirty politics

I began feeding the birds for my mother. Housebound by the frailties of age and the attitude that going out was too damn much trouble, she needed a connection to the outside world, I thought.

My earliest memory is of my mother and her mother, wielding garden hoes in an attempt to fend off a snake that was attacking…