Saturday, November 05, 2005
Time to Feed the Birds
The dreary November weather is here and our bird feeder needs to be refilled every day or so. They are all messy tiny brown birds that live in the enormous shrub outside our kitchen window. They adore to burrow into the seed with their little beaks and cheerfully throw it into the air and onto the porch as much as actually eat it. They are sparrows and finches, I think. I think of them fondly as LBJ's.
I met an elderly gentleman once, in a park in England, and inquired about the little birds I saw fluttering in the hedges.
"Oh, aye, I know them", he grinned. "Those are LBJ's". And what kind were those, I asked, intrigued.
"Little Brown Jobs", he answered. And so they are, all the ones that come to my kitchen window.
I included some pictures in this post which are exactly unlike my LBJ's. I saw these ones on my trip to Kenya this September: a little red fire finch which wanted to steal my cake, a brilliant blue-sheened superb starling (nothing like the Noth American version), and the nest of a weaver-bird, which is brilliantly yellow, but eluded my photo.
If I lived there, I'd have a lot of bird-feeders up in my yard, I'm sure. :)