Forever and ever

 

It’s a bowl of water.  We set it out each night and by morning it is empty.  Initially, the critters know it isn’t right.  It isn’t made out of tree or rock, it is stainless steel and they are unfamiliar with that, so consequently untrusting of it.

Over time, they have learned it poses no threat.  It isn’t alive, it doesn’t move or make noise, it just sits there.

So much time has now passed that they all know it will be here and be full of fresh water.  They have no trouble walking up to it and getting a drink.

Now, however, there’s been a shift.  What began as a kind gesture is now mandatory.  The racoons, the possums, the armadillos, the crows and squirrels are now depending on me to do my job and keep it full.

I’ve become the grandfather that keeps candy in his pockets for the grandkids.  As soon as they enter the house, they run for the old recliner, knowing that’s where they’ll find grampa’s pockets.

Mother Nature is no different.  Her critters are expecting tootsie rolls and gum drops and not disappointment.  They have done their job, they have left the security of the forest and come out into the open hoping for a fresh drink of water.

Yikes!  This job has no retirement.

Even the neighbor's cat has become a regular.