So here is the deal, in case you weren't already in on the secret. Birds? They're stupid. Now, I am not making a generalization here. Not all birds are stupid. Just Red House Finches because those are the ones that we've got nesting and hanging around our house.
Why are they stupid? Because it took them weeks to figure out that there was birdseed in the bird feeder, and that was only after our help. We had to start by putting seed out on the porch and the railing. That took them five days to figure out and it was directly beneath their nest. Once one of them figured that there was food less than two feet away, suddenly there were four birds. Then six birds...then eight birds. Lord knows where they came from. If spontaneous generation hadn't already been scientifically disproved I would be suspicious.
About a week went by with us continuing to put birdseed out on the porch in the hopes that one of them would land on the bird feeder and make a very pleasant discovery. Finally I got fed up with the birds' obvious lack of consideration for my porch and so I decided to make finding the bird feeder tremendously easy for them. We went to the pet store and got one of those bird treat stick thingies and I tied it to the bird feeder. I watched those boogers try to figure out how to land on that thing for a good two hours (I know. Who has free time to do that kind of shit? Me, that's who). Success!
Now they fight over who gets to be in the bird feeder.
Yes they are stupid. Very, very stupid. But being stupid has never stopped me from loving something. They really are the closet thing to a pet I can have since God decided it would be funny to make me allergic to every single cute animal on the planet.
So here they are. My Red House Finches and the interloper, the Black-throated Sparrow (who totally dominates the poor finches).
Black-throated Sparrow (or Dennis, as Leif likes to call him).
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