I love birds. I grew up with parakeets and even had a lovebird named Spooner. I love painting birds and watching birds. And I love feeding birds.
I have a feeder that hangs outside my studio window. Here I am working away and a whole other world of bird hierarchy, chirps and flapping goes on outside. It's quite wonderful really until 'IT' happens.
When the feeder empties things get ugly. The peeps take on a tone of " HEY lady....get out here!" They stare at me through the glass. They gather like some bizarre feathered gang on the spruce branches. Occasionally one will thump the glass. A miscalculation of flight? I don't think so!
Now understand these are flying pigs I am talking about. They don't seem to be suffering from any leanness brought on from the long winter. I have red polls that I think could take out a raven! And look here BIRDS, your food costs money! Not to mention the knee deep snow I need to tromp through to get to the feeder!
Yes, they always win. The feeder will be restocked and a chickadee will flit to the feeder all adorable with a sweet little cock of it's black and white head and I am cooing my love all over again.
Bird feeding season is brief here in Alaska. In one minute a bird feeder becomes a bear feeder. In just a few weeks the feeders will be tucked away for the summer. No one wants a bear to see you as an outdoor café. Can you imagine? I can barely hold my own with a nuthatch!
Thursday, April 4, 2013
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