For The Birds


I used to love going down to the Fox River with my Grandpa Leonard to feed the ducks and geese. We used to go to the bread outlet on River Street, buy a bunch of bread, and feed the birds until all of the loaves were gone.

I guess something in me still finds this highly enjoyable. After seeing several cardinals bouncing around our deck looking for food, I felt the sudden urge to toss out some bread.

So, here’s to you, Grandpa. Now, if only the birds would come back . . .

By Tim Probst

Early adopting super geek, musician, father, resident tech guru.