The Seed Lady has returned! At least, that’s what Bob calls me. No, actually that’s what he says the birds call me. Although I have been grossly neglectful of keeping the several feeders filled for quite a long time now, I have finally gotten my act together in the hopes that the grackles and starlings stay away.
Yes, I am somewhat discriminatory about my birdseed…
My husband, the bio-prof, says that the avian brain is basically a visual cortex, or as his brother, the business major, interpreted, “see bug, eat bug.” Gleefully, I noticed that a mommy cardinal chose to grace my eating establishment with her morning presence! Sparrows came by also to test the menu. How cool, after all this time, I give them food, and somehow they find it. To paraphrase Kevin Costner, “if you feed them, they will come…”
Even so, I’m impressed by the birds’ innate Continue reading “Not so bird-brained?”