Three days ago, we hung a bird feeder from our balcony. The first day, we had no customers. By day two, the birds had discovered this new, no-work source of food. The sparrows and finches came in hoards. My husband said, “This is better than TV!”
That same day, we moved the feeder to the corner of the balcony so the wasted seeds would fall away from the neighbor’s deck below us. The birds were going through the seeds so fast that I ordered two more bags and a suet cake.
We had some special visitors: a redwing blackbird, and a downy woodpecker came by. Our downstairs neighbor to the left installed a gigantic tube feeder on day three. The birds told all their friends.
On day four, I got an email from the manager of our apartment complex. We are asking everyone to take down their bird feeders. They cause a mess and draw unwanted pests.
Down came the bird feeder. In its place we hung our wind chimes. I canceled the order for more seed and suet. I cleaned the bird poop off the railing.
We’ll miss watching the bird show out our glass door. Now we’ll have to get our bird watching at the college pond and friends’ houses. Too bad.