I have never known birds of different species to flock together. The very concept is unimaginable. Why, if that happened, we wouldn’t stand a chance! How could we possibly hope to fight them?
— Mrs. Bundy, elderly ornithologist, The Birds, 1963
Mrs. Bundy didn’t know her Woodcock from a Bearded Tit. Yeah those are real bird names. Look it up.
This past weekend while at the schoolhouse I realized I miss feeding the birds. It was a daily chore at our house to fill the metal bowl with sunflower and other seeds and head out to the bird feeder. It made for a pretty view in the winter, with Blue Jays and Chickadees flitting about and in the spring it was always nice to see the return of the Robins of course.
And while it was a constant battle to keep the squirrels at bay, we didn’t mind when this fat fellow stopped by and ate until he waddled off after a flying leap to the nearby picnic table.
Here in condo land there are strict rules against feeding the birds. Though there was that one time a wayward Canada Goose made its way to a third floor balcony in search of lunch. He left unrewarded.
And now it seems a bit of a tease to feed the birds on the few weekends we visit in the winter. Perhaps come spring we’ll get back into the habit.
When I do start again I’ve found some good information from the US-based National Wildlife Federation.
All good ideas. And as for brush piles… we’ll let’s just say we have that one bullet item covered.