Mom has always loved birds. Any kind. Anywhere. She would buy food for them before she would buy her own. For several years, I believed that she had changed migration patterns for many species when they stopped for Mom's buffet in the yard. She enjoyed being an amateur birdwatcher and loved being able to identify the different types that stopped to eat her offerings each day.
This morning I was treated to her never ending bird call of "Yes or no? Yes or no? Yes or no? Yes or no?" When I flipped her "the bird" that I thought she wanted to see, she responded with "Is that a yes?". Apparently, she has even lost the ability to identify the most common bird of all.