When it’s hard times with cold, wet weather, and not yet warm bug season, birds will take advantage of what’s available and not be too fussy.
Cool mist puffs
From stream to sea.
Icy droplets
Yearn to be free.
Oregon junco
Grasps a twig,
Craving bare ground,
He can dig.
Finding seeds and
Fat insects,
More like what
A bird expects.
Tiny sparrow
Sits alone,
So much snow
He can’t condone.
Keeping warm
and saving strength,
Sunny days
Will come at length.
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“Oh no! Is that who I think it is? ”
“Hi Jasper. What are you up to? Any lunch you want to share?”
Oh darn it all. She always shows up at lunch time.
“”Er, ah, hi Roberta. I was just going to have my VEGETARIAN lunch. Nothing you’d be interested in.”
“What is that you’re eating, Jasper? Don’t you prefer seeds and nuts?”
“Yes, well, when it’s hot like this, I like a few greens to help with the thirst.”
“Oh, what the heck. Come on over. There are plenty of weeds to spare in Anneli’s yard. I’m helping her with the weed eating.”
And I’m almost as fast manually as she is with the electric one. I’m like that song by Hall and Oates, The Maneater, except my words are a little bit different.
A new birdfeeder presented unexpected challenges for some birds. The seeds were visible, but access to them was different from the way it was done in the old feeders. All the outlets for the seeds are near the bottom of this new feeder.
Very simple for most of the birds. The sparrow has it figured out. “Come on down,” he calls, but the towhee, on the top right, is still puzzled.
“Nice seeds, but how in the heck do you get at them?”
“Whatcha doin’ up there, Rufus?” the Oregon junco called.
“ARRRGGHH! These are the darndest things. I can see them. Why can’t I get at them?”
“You just stick your head in the red dish … look … like this!”
“I just don’t get it. I’m looking right at the seeds, and I can’t get them.”
Honestly, I don’t know what else to say to him. What a dimwit.
“I guess you could always have some suet, Rufus.”
Brand new feeder, brand new seeds,
Specially made to suit their needs.
High-tech model, high-tech spout
Way too hard to figure out.
Rufus hammers, Rufus picks,
He’s exhausted all his tricks.
Junco coaxes, junco shows,
Why is it that junco knows,
How to get them, how to eat?
Rufus must admit defeat.
He can’t get it, he can’t do it,
Junco points up at the suet.
Don’t go hungry, don’t despair,
Eat that suet over there.
Feeling stupid, feeling dumb,
What a birdbrain I’ve become.
Rufus gorges, Rufus gobbles,
Now so fat, his flying wobbles.
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