He followed me...

I recognized his voice.  A bit higher than most males I've known but that's how life goes.  Some have big baritone voices, others higher pitched.

This fellow had his good clothes on too, so I wasn't quite sure of his intentions.  Do clothes really make the man?  I don't think so, but I think this poor guy only had one suit of clothes as every time I had seen him, he wore this bright blue one with bits of black and white intermingled in the pattern.  He seemed to have family around him at various times but he was a bit of a loner when it came to eating out.  He never seemed to bring his kids with him for whatever reason...lack of resources, not sure.  I had at various times too noticed him at a few dumpsters around the neighborhood.  He didn't seem to care about that fact, as finding food to him seemed like a full-time job.  When one is hungry, one must do what one must do.  Guess I've never been that desperate.

So, today when I heard him speaking quite loudly outside our living room balcony, I knew it was him.  Being in an apartment now, he wasn't able to get my door combination, so he simply stayed below on the grass, hoping I would find it in my heart to toss some food over the railing.  I knew it was my job to help him, so I went into the kitchen and found something he'd hopefully like....at least perhaps he could take what I gave him to feed his family.  His voice was getting louder too.  Not sure if the apartment neighbors heard him or not and I know I'll probably get in trouble for feeding this guy, but I hate to see needs not being met.

My pal from our former house had followed me down to our new River Street apartment.  He always did love peanuts.  He ate until he was full.

I do love Blue Jays....and this guy is a beauty!  Don't you think so?