Because I know this ends.
Maurice doesn't live forever. Birds don't. One day the back door will be quiet, and there won't be a bird waiting there when I open it. I know that.
But right now, it's beautiful. Right now he's there every single day, holding eye contact through the glass with two schnauzers who never stop staring, waiting for his feed like he has every day before this one.
Fifty is the number because I'm not pretending this goes on forever. Fifty, signed by hand, numbered one through fifty — and when they're gone, that's it. No restock. This isn't a product line. It's one moment, made solid enough to hold onto.
If you've got something in your life like that — something you know won't last, but is exactly what you need right now — you already understand why this had to be fifty and not more.
For those who know. 🐦⬛