Cute scene at the birdfeeder yesterday. Three finches were bouncing around it. One was obviously younger by the fluffy plumage and how it acted. While mama and papa finch were chomping down seeds full speed this one would go up to a parent, shake its wings, and open the beak wide--"feed me! feed me!" Baby finch bothered papa first, who provided one seed and sent him over to mama. Mama tried saying "pick 'em up yourself!" but the constant "feed me! feed me!" wingshaking was too much for her and she kept giving it some more.
A nice reminder that even when our kids can fly on their own they're still going to want us helping out.
Sometimes I wonder if there's any chance I'm going to last in a Unitarian church. Yesterday morning I went to the pre-service adult forum talk. They had a poli sci prof talking about voter turn-out. His handout listed the categories of registered voters who don't usually vote by demographic attributes. I was amused to see I fell into the "Irritables" category--news junkies who don't vote or vote for third parties. Given that I have yet to vote for a major-party candidate for president that describes me pretty well.
Turns out that's the group the prof hates the most. Not just for their views, though he did some mocking of those, but because they'll vote their conscience. This is apparently a travesty of voting, which is about "gaining power, taking power away from other people, exercising power." Great. Not only am I disagreeing with these folks on most issues, but actually wanting to discuss issues instead of us-vs-them makes me a bad guy. Sheesh.
I actually wanted to discuss the issue, my viewpoint being that if we had candidates who came closer to our positions instead of driving us away with barrages of ads we'd vote more, but instead I just kept my mouth shut. If I'm not going to get listened to there's no point in drawing flack.