Bird feeder: that’s me. I’m the bird feeder. Tony, our mailman, now calls me the “turkey whisperer.”
But where have the sparrows gone?
Most days this summer, I could count between 25 and 50 of them out front at any given moment. Two to three in the water bowls. Two waiting their turn for a bath. A cotillion clustered in the branches of the wisteria waiting for a spot at the feeders. And then of course, the flapping hungry commotion at the feeders themselves.
They don’t migrate so all I can figure is that people in the neighborhood are seeding their lawns and the grass seed makes for tastier dining, but I don’t really know.
PS This is weird. If you’re on Threads you’ll know that a recent QC cover of a decidedly unsexy-looking Tom Cruise has produced a wave of responses, most along the lines of yuck. Other responses include pictures of men in their sixties who truly do look hot. I took it upon myself to add to the fray with a picture from Much Ado About Nothing (which is about sexiness but not elder sexiness, so I kind of missed the assignment). Nevertheless, it has garnered at latest count more than 7,000 likes. What is going on people?
