Never Underestimate a Twelve-Gram Bird

October 5, 2010

When E.g. and I first moved here, Aunt Theodora gave us a bird feeder as a housewarming gift. The manufacturers’ tag advised patience, stating that it may take a week before any birds discover the new feeder.

The chickadees found it in two hours.

Aunt Theodora’s gift is used in the Winter, when there aren’t mobs of Common Grackles to spill all the mixed seed. On the other hand, the sunflower seed feeder (above) runs all year.

 Chickadees (like the one above), Song Sparrows, Purple Finches, and Goldfinches are the usual customers. They usually take three or four days to empty the feeder. When I notice the dearth of feathered friends, I trek into the garage, fill an old ice cream container with the birds’ “black gold”, and carry it out to the tree.

I’m starting to think that my Movements Have Been Noticed.

Here’s the garage, the lovely new fence that E.g. and her dad Eddy built, the oak tree, and one of the spruces. The sunflower seed feeder hangs from a low limb on that spruce.

And here’s the inside of the garage. The blue bin behind the wheelbarrow stores the birdseed. That triangular piece, part of the door mechanism, in the upper left of the photo, is where a Chickadee stopped two days ago while I was in the garage. Instead of its “Chickadeedeedee!” warning cry, it whistled softly. “Seet! Seet! Seet!” it called, while hanging from the metal and eyeing me.

Or maybe it was singing, “Seed! Seed! Seed!” ‘Cause, I went and checked, eh, and the feeder was empty.

The Black-capped Chickadee: Excellent choice for New Brunswick’s official provincial bird.