At the bird feeder…
My dear hubby, who knows I love birds, got me a new bird feeder on Memorial Day. Actually two of them — one for seeds, and one hummingbird feeder. The hummers haven’t discovered theirs yet, but the birds have discovered the hanging seed feeder. Semi-unfortunately, it appears that some bird or birds have decided that they will throw out all the seed that is not what they want, leaving mostly the red milo all over the ground below the feeder. While messy, this actually attracts a whole new crowd of birds. I’ve noticed this before, with my other feeder, which I’ve had for years. It’s a lovely cast iron, freestanding feeder, shaped sort of like round gazebo impaled on a pole. Some birds perch on the side rails, and others hop right into the midst of the seeds and get to work. Other birds hop around the ground, eating the seed that has fallen.
I get sort of bummed out that the same ol’ birds will come ’round, no one new and exciting. However, I was reminded of a birding conversation that I participated in, on the Sonlight forums, that pretty much everyone feels like that about their particular location, yet what is common to me is exotic to someone else, say, on the East Coast, and I should be thankful for the birds I do have regularly.
So, my daily visitors right now have been:
House finch (Carpodacus mexicanus)
House sparrow (Passer domesticus)
Brown-headed cowbird (Molothrus ater)
Curve-billed thrasher (Toxostoma curvirostre)
White-winged dove (Zenaida asiatica)
Mourning dove (Zenaida macroura)
All common to the US except the thrasher and the white-winged dove.