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Earlier this evening while cooking dinner for my waiting family (OK - opening the containers of take-out) I noticed a multitude of little birds gorging their perky little selves outside our kitchen windows.
We have four feeders placed there. They're located in a great spot; we can see them clearly and the birds are safe from neighborhood kitties while they munch. We have several bluejays who visit, a pair of cardinals, lots of nesting couples and many, many sparrows, finches, etc.
Anyway, they were feeding, my children were excited, and we all spent some time watching the chirpy little critters. It was a nice lesson about nature and such.
Until.
"Time to eat!" I said, and asked my kids if they wanted drumsticks or thighs.
Ewww.
Damn birds.
We have four feeders placed there. They're located in a great spot; we can see them clearly and the birds are safe from neighborhood kitties while they munch. We have several bluejays who visit, a pair of cardinals, lots of nesting couples and many, many sparrows, finches, etc.
Anyway, they were feeding, my children were excited, and we all spent some time watching the chirpy little critters. It was a nice lesson about nature and such.
Until.
"Time to eat!" I said, and asked my kids if they wanted drumsticks or thighs.
Ewww.
Damn birds.