When spring hits the area and the little feathery and furry critters come back, I like to bulk up on the bird seed and peanuts. It’s my way of playing Snow White. I imagine that one of these days they’ll flock around me and speak to me in a language that I’ll understand. For the generous amounts of food I’ve provided for them, they’ll offer to do my housework with me, tidy up my hair, and shower me with love and affection. That’s not out of the realms of possibility, is it?