My mum gave me a bird feeder for my birthday that sticks on the window. It's quite cool, but was the subject of much tension (once I'd finally found some bird food - no wonder sparrows are in decline when you can't get anything for the little blighters to eat anywhere) for several weeks as I agonised over how to advertise my new eaterie to the local population.
Oh, how I long for those days once again. If I fill up the tray on my feeder in the evening, the whole lot has been completely scarfled by the morning, and I mostly don't hear anyone coming or going. Given there are three shifty pigeons that have started hanging around outside the front of the house (they might be wearing leather jackets and smoking, but I can't get close enough to tell) I am getting quite suspicious of where all my food is going.
Because let's face it, you only want to feed the cute birds when you put food out, but I can't discriminate in case the pigeons sue me. It's totally against their European rights if I say I don't want them to have any of my bird food. I think it's because of all the discrimination in the olden days when people used to put signs up saying 'no Irish, no blacks, no pigeons'.
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