I have grown up to be my father. I enjoy, hell, I LOVE to enjoy, feeding my birds and watching ’em play around the feeders, trees, shrubs and nesting boxes. I love this.
And in the true economic spirit, I take much glee in pointing out to my birds there is no such thing as a free lunch.
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I labor for the money that I use to buy the food the birds eat. For them, this represents free lunch. However, the birds live in a world that’s not always so nice. See, the birds are subject to the predators that feed on them. And in several cases I’ve been resting on my deck when all of a sudden there’s a horrible racket in the bushes off to the side. I look over and see Mr. Hawk fly away with a very sad little bird in his mouth.
The other morning I came down stairs to find ‘ol Mr. Hawk resting ON MY DECK! I ran to get the camera and I was actually able to get a pair of shots as he was waiting around for his next breakfast meal.
Now, I am conflicted. I like my birds and when the hawk is around they fly away and hide. On the other hand, if what I’m doing is faatening up hawk food so that I am able to enjoy my pet hawk….well, that’s pretty cool too.
