If you plant it, they will come.
The mid-morning bird gets the worm, but does he fly back to the nest with it, puff, puff, puff? No, he does not. He makes some art along the way, with an old growth cedar pole from the west coast, the feral landscaping, and a Nootka rose. Plus a contrail. Plus some orchard grass marching up the hill and some cheatgrass, still trying to take over the planet after all these years. I tell ya, Rousseau has nothing over the present.