I don’t think I had any real idea of what I was getting into with this “I’m going to feed the birds!” malarkey. First the squirrels found the feeders, then they told their friends. The second day the chickadees found the feeders and they told their friends. And now everybody in the neighborhood is emptying the feeders at a prodigious rate and making a colossal mess. I might have to quit my day job just to keep up.
Not only that but learning the birds is becoming a major distraction (almost as consuming as my current addiction to facebook). My Peterson’s Field Guide has been used and abused, dog eared and marked up more in the last couple of days than all the years it lived in my car just-in-case. And it in itself is a distraction. Every time I flip past the pages of “Confusing Fall Warblers” or “Accidentals from Eurasia” I have to stop for a look or a meditation on Accidental. And there are birds called “Goatsuckers”. It’s distracting.
Meanwhile I’ve been able to determine that my feeders have been visited by no less than 7 different species of birds. Black-capped Chickadees make the 2 note whistle that I’ve been hearing lately that always sounds like spring to me. The Tufted Titmouse is seriously cute and I’ve probably always confused them with Cedar Wax-wings. I think I’ve maybe seen White-breasted Nuthatches and I’m pretty sure about the Dark-eyed (“Slate-colored”) Junco. I’m also near certain I saw some Goldfinches and dead certain about Mr. and Mrs. Cardinal. I couldn’t miss the Bluejays’ visit and I’m not sure the House Sparrows have ever gone home.
At the rate they’re going through the seed I’ll be able to reach my 500 lb. Birdseed Club goal in no time. If I don’t go broke first.
Who’s at your feeder?