In fact, I admitted as much to my daughter this morning while we were talking on the phone. I'll admit it to you now.
I HATE FEEDING SPARROWS!
There. I've said it.Nuthatches and Chickadees. Such sweet pretty little things. They only take one seed at a time. Eat their fill and flit away.
Not so with Sparrows. They come in a huge flock, flick seeds all over kingdom come and eat me out of house and home. I'm thinking I'll have to take a part time job just to afford seed for the rest of the winter, which, apparently is to last 6 more weeks.
While I'm on a truth revealing mission today, I may as well admit that I don't much like Grackles either. Nope. Too noisy and too mean looking. So this next story may be hard for you to understand. I baited a Raven.
I was making my lunch and I heard his noisy familiar call although I could not see him. I ran to the freezer, pulled out a piece of bread and threw it out the patio door into my back yard. Then I swiftly ran to get the camera.
There you see the bread.
Aha, here he is.
Ready to take off...
Too bad I had to take the pictures through the triple panes of my kitchen window.
I'll not likely do that again because really, who wants a Raven hanging around anyway?
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
Only this and nothing more."
Edgar Allan Poe