As I was filling my birdfeeder the other day, I noticed a very real affect of mankind on the beasties that hang around the neighborhood. In my quince bush, seventeen very fat nuthatches squatted on the branches and waited silently for me to finish my duty.
As I walked back toward the house, the aforementioned nuthatches made a beeline toward the feeder, flipped it upward momentarily, and hovered as it pendulously came to a halt. Then they stacked on top of each other to get to the tasty seeds and kernels that awaited them.
A dove landed and pecked at seeds that the voracious nuthatches had spilled from above. Meanwhile, a neighborhood cat started to slink toward the dove fancying to give the symbol of peace a chance to become breakfast.
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