I put in the winter lawn by myself on Saturday. When we were ready to throw out the grass seed, Eliza asked, "What is that?" Pointing to the giant bag of seeds. I jokingly responded, "Bird food." Because anyone whose planted a winter law in Arizona knows the biggest challenge is keeping the darn birds off of it. So as we were spreading the seeds, Nora cups her hands over mouth and starts yelling, "Birdies! Dinners ready! Dinner, Birdies! Dinner Ready!"