We filled it with feed specifically designed for songbirds. I thought it would be a nice change from the squawking crows (hopefully). I secretly feared that it would attract more crows.
Jim filled up the feeder and then we waited.
It took several days for the birds to find the feeder. The most amazing part was that it was on a day my cats ran outside for the first time in months. Bailey refused to come back, so I just let him stay out there for about five hours. I was excited to see a bird at the feeder and then shocked to see Bailey laying near by just watching.
Over the next few days, I noticed a few more birds finding their way to the feeder. What shocked me most was when I left for work one morning with the feeder half full...
And came home to it looking like this:
Empty. Decimated. Ravished.
The carnage was appalling. And the mess beyond forgiveness.
The number of birds in our yard has seemed to increase almost every day. Should I be concerned? How many birds are going to come? What is this going to cost me to keep them fed? What have I gotten myself into? I'm having horrible Hitchockian nightmares.
Although, despite the aftermath, I have truly enjoyed the singing of the birds. So, I acquiesced and refilled the feeder.
And as I was cleaning things up outside, I started to get an eerie feeling. I could sense the rising tension of the birds waiting to feel safe enough to descend on their refreshed feast. I really wanted to capture pictures of them, so I settled into a chair and waited.
The birds waited too.
And they started to increase in number.
So close, yet so far away.
They came from far and wide.
And finally swooped in.
We got a hummingbird feeder too, but I have yet to see a hummingbird. I know they're around because I have seen them from time to time. Hopefully they will find their beachy resort.
And the poor cats...
2 comments:
Well done!!
Beautifully told!
Good pix as well.
You have to tell me where you got the feeder and food. That sounds great!
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