North American Birds Are Thankless A-Holes...
I read an article "The girl who gets gifts from birds" recently about a little girl who receives gifts from the birds that she feeds. That article made me realize that all my life, all I've ever really wanted is for animals to love me. I mean, I want a wild animal to show it's appreciation for my love by leaving me a gift every now and then.
|Domestic animals kind of love me.|
I have a bird feeder. It's not the greatest bird feeder. Although Mason made it at Home Depot on one of their kid workshop days. It's just a little feeder that I've strung up against a wall that I fill (when I remember) with bird seed from the dollar store.
Every now and then I see a bird or two stop in, spill seeds all over the ground and take off. I'm sure they are a little apprehensive about the two felines who watch them intently as they mess up my balcony, but they always come, eat a few seeds and leave a mess. A mess in which recently the mice have come to appreciate. How on earth a mouse made it up six floors is a whole other story, because if you happen to know I might want to hear, although if it has to do with a tiny little mouse couple scaling a wall up six floors and then having a whole mouse family who has never seen the ground - I probably don't want to know.
Another time I looked out the window to see a squirrel appreciating my dollar store feed and Home Depot freebie Rio 2 bird feeder.
|This is why the feeder is always tipped over.|
So, although there is not much effort in my offerings to the wildlife in my area, they do stop by and stuff their faces or beaks.
What do they leave me in return?
A mess on my balcony and a mouse infestation. Great. Thanks a lot. I didn't get a "best friend" charm or even a dirty old bead. They don't even let me pet them or make me a gown for the ball or come to live in my house and greet me when I walk in the door.
There's one part of the article that completely blew me away:
Lisa, Gabi's mom, regularly photographs the crows and charts their behaviour and interactions. Her most amazing gift came just a few weeks ago, when she lost a lens cap in a nearby alley while photographing a bald eagle as it circled over the neighbourhood.A few years ago, I lost my whole lens in the grass at the park. I'm not even joking...the whole thing fell apart and the middle glass part was lost in the long grass. I never found that lens. I mean, it was probably broken anyway, but when I heard those birds brought back the mother's lens cap I became increasingly jealous.
Had the crows returned it? Lisa logged on to her computer and pulled up their bird-cam. There was the crow she suspected. "You can see it bringing it into the yard. Walks it to the birdbath and actually spends time rinsing this lens cap."They even washed it for her! I mean come on! I figure it's probably those British birds. They must be smarter and more polite than our North American birds.
"I'm sure that it was intentional," she smiles. "They watch us all the time. I'm sure they knew I dropped it. I'm sure they decided they wanted to return it."
|Some of the gifts Gabi received.|
You might think I'm finished with this unappreciative bird story, well I'm not! Last week I actually rescued a bird from a vent in our office. A co-worker and I chased that little guy all around the kitchen until we caught him in a pop-up hamper and carried him out to the parking lot.
When I returned to my car following the work day I discovered that a bird did leave me a gift - a big pile of crap on my passenger window.
Thanks. I think.
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