To the Editor:
At the Feeder
As darkness descends
Upon the birdfeeder,
There’s a feeding frenzy
In the feathered seed eaters.
It has been a long day
With many …
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To the Editor:
At the Feeder
As darkness descends
Upon the birdfeeder,
There’s a feeding frenzy
In the feathered seed eaters.
It has been a long day
With many coming and going.
None seem to be deterred
Even though it is snowing.
The Chickadees are first
With little hesitation.
They are relentless
As if near starvation.
Their like sized friends
Such as the sparrow,
Darts straight in like
A well-aimed arrow.
An olive drab Goldfinch
Steadfastly holds tight,
Even when the obnoxious
Cowbird comes in sight.
The Mourning Doves watch
The seeds as they fall.
Waiting patiently in the cedar
Hoping to make a good haul.
Now come the big birds
Blue Jay and Cardinal.
If they had their way
They would eat it all.
Mrs. Cardinal proceeds
Her nervous red mate.
Knowing she must eat now
Before it’s too late.
Like a lovely charcoal print
A Junco gets to it.
On top of the feeder
He eats fallen suet.
Woodpeckers, Hairy & Downy,
Certainly birds of a feather.
Eat the suet hanging above;
The harder the better.
There are no squirrels
Stealing seeds from here!
Perhaps it is the bumper crop
Of black walnuts this year.
The birds go to roost,
The seed level is low.
I will refill the feeder
Despite the cold and the snow.
David Bolesh
Lisbon