Jul 20, 2022
I like to think that when Sam and Bucky get a place, they have a bird feeder on their porch.
Sam spends his mornings sipping coffee and watching through the window as they flit about, small, soft bodies and nimble feet, smiling when some sit for a moment to eat, giving him the chance to admire them preening their feathers.
Bucky comes down to find him sitting there, still and serene in the warm morning light and watches him watch the birds.
“Having breakfast with your friends?” he’ll ask in a quiet voice, so he doesn’t startle the birds off. And Sam will smile at him as Bucky takes a seat next to him and then return to the view.
