If pigeons are rats with wings, I suppose the sparrows we feed are mice with wings. A feeder hangs from the apple tree. So many sparrows come it looks as if the tree is full of leaves. When the feeder -- which is rather small for that crowd -- is empty, they begin to chatter, angrily, as if they were channelling Henry Rollins and want to know where the MOTHERFUCKING sunflower seeds FUCKING are MOTHERFUCKER.
So after I feed the tortoise her protein pellets and lettuce (beforehand I have the morning find-the-tortoise workout, today she was behind a harp) I go out and feed the birds. Or, as I like to imagine it, Henry Rollins.
Posted at February 20, 2007 08:38 AMYes, indeed, there is a reason the little darlings' ancestor survived the great extinction event 65 million years ago...a certain native indomitability? On the other hand: Look who has the upper hand now, MUTHAFUCKAS! But here...here's some nice suet for you.
Posted by: Kel at March 2, 2007 02:48 PM