Meet my father, Rick Arsenault: Many of Mystery.

From the small town of Westport, my Dad has always been known for his plethora of knowledge and being a handyman of all sorts. He also has a strange obsession with nature; I'd compare him to a real-life Smokey the Bear.

On Monday, the family had come together to celebrate my brother's 29th birthday. After dinner, we looked around and wondered where our father had gone off to and that's when we caught him in all of his serene glory, practicing his inner Zen with birds.

Be honest for a second, have you ever witnessed someone hand-feed birds like a lifeless statue in your life? Because I swear my Dad is the only person with the patience to do so.

We caught him here holding up a bird feeder (even though it had a hook and could have easily just been hung on a branch), and was manually holding it above his head to feed the birds. I'm not quite sure what the purpose of this was, but I couldn't look away.

My arms were physically hurting from just watching him stand there like a 2x4 board.

Now, this isn't the first time he's been caught doing the whole "bird whisperer" thing. Here he is holding out his hand with seed in it, waiting with ease as the birds actually flock to his palm.

I know what you're thinking: here's a man with talent and you're absolutely right. There's no way I would last more than 25 seconds standing like that before my A.D.D. kicked in and my shoulders started to burn, but hey, that's my father for you, a Jack of all trades.

Even if that means acting as a human bird feeder.

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