3143. My bird feeder © Bruce Goodman 13 March 2025 |
![]() |
A true story with an edifying moral. I have a bird feeder and the birds coming to it are not particularly sophisticated. A few handsome birds watch from a distance and gather seeds that have fallen from the bird feeder onto the ground; birds such as goldfinches and chaffinches and yellow hammers. The feeder itself is not particularly chic. It is a fence baton driven into the ground in the garden outside my window with a cheap plastic dish nailed onto the top. Naturally birdseed splashes everywhere and the feeder is now overshadowed by towering self-sown, self-germinated sunflowers. Only two types of birds actually land and feed on the feeder itself: house sparrows and green finches. There are dozens of house sparrows and four green finches. The sparrows all mess in together; the more the merrier. A green finch feeds one at a time and drives off any other bird that attempts to share feeding time. The sparrows flourish by sharing. The green finches are few and live solitary lonely selfish lives. There’s a moral hidden in there somewhere!
|