Birds of a Feather

 As we are normally away for most of the winter season, our bird feeder is not central to our view or our mind. Indeed, it remains empty of seeds much of the winter. But this year is different. We are not going to be travelling to our usual winter retreat in Cuba.

Therefore, the bird feeder has been resurrected. And it has been placed in a more prominent position. We can now view it as we sit in the comfort of our back room by the fire.

We enjoy particularly the Chickadees and the smaller birds. But as is custom, the Blue Jays invade and terrorize the smaller birds. But the tiny ones are patient and simply wait their time. 

The feeder has only been out and filled for less than twenty-four hours. It is already just about half empty. 

We have already seen a stunning male Cardinal, a Woodpecker, and a Grackle as well as the other more common visitors. The poor Grackle, although about the size of the Jays, is less adept at managing the small pegs that are the landing spots. It flutters and sputters and, try as it may, it flies away empty.

There is no decorum, even among the Jays. No graciously waiting one's turn. This is all about the bully winning. But the little Chickadees, simply wait for an opening. And they are much more capable of dining at leisure once they find their time. 

I suspect we shall have much amusement, and perhaps a little frustration too, out of this scene over the next few months.