We have nine bird feeders. Yes, nine. I’m not quite sure how this has happened, but it is the state of things. In a very small yard.
My lovely man diligently fills these feeders up, and he has to do it every second day, because clearly we are hosting every bird within a 100km radius.
We go through A LOT of wild bird seed. It’s delivered by Takealot (of course), by the truckload.
We also have a beloved little rat mouse, Monty, to consider.
Sadly, in the last month, we have found two dead birds in the yard.
They were not emaciated, to be sure, but they were dead.
At least I hope they were, because I dispose of the poor little things in a zip lock bag. With a little blessing of course, but still.
I try not think about it.
Although, I do wonder, if this is going to continue, if Takealot sell little bells I can put in to the zip lock bag, so they can alert us if they awake within their zip lock bag in a panic. Maybe a mobile phone with my number programmed in.
I digress…
Why, I asked my lovely man, are these birds perishing?
We both regarded Ginger Nutless Max cat with some suspicion… But he reminded us that ‘he’s a really nice guy’ and also… If he caught Monty or any bird, he would present it to me via my pillow.
They are fighting…. My Lovely Man solemnly advised me.
Who are fighting I enquired? The birds?
Yes, he said, they are fighting each other to the death over the food. It’s obvious.
Are you saying, I clarified, they are shanking each other over the bird food?
I think so, he said, it’s a dog eat dog world out there.
