Breakfast on the Bird Table

I looked out the kitchen window just as I was preparing my breakfast. I could see that the bird table was absolutely rammed with starlings. It’s not a big table, less than a foot square. I reckon it had about seven or eight starlings partaking of their morning meal. Were they preparing for their morning murmurings, or had they already performed and were rebuilding their energy supplies?

Either way, it was a real food throwing party with, surprisingly for starlings, not that much squabbling. There was though, plenty of food flying around.

I like soggy breakfast cereals, so having put the milk to the weetabix I moved on to emptying the dishwasher. As I did so, I noticed that the starlings had departed. There was something else on the table. To begin with I couldn’t quite make out what it was, and then I realised it was the squirrel. I to was having a right old feast!

It probably took me about 5 minutes to empty & fill the machine. During that time I kept a running watch on the table. The squirrel was there the whole time. I was more than glad that it was making the best of the seed there. And then, I noticed the pigeons.

I assume that it is the same two to three fat pigeons that return to the table. I don’t really mind, but I do want the smaller birds to get a decent meal. The pigeons were not pleased. The squirrel was stopping them from getting their breakfast. They were stomping around on the shed roof, pausing to look down at the bird table. One of the pigeons took a flying dive at the table, catching its roof causing it to rock. The Squirrel looked as though it was going to flee, half on the table and hanging on to the tree next to it, but it decided that it had not had enough and so returned to his morning meal. The pigeons became even more frantic, with lots of stomping and dive bombing the bird table. The squirrel was now used to this and remained unruffled, stuffing itself. I finished loading the dishwasher, and sat to eat my breakfast and read my morning (actually meal time) book. Sometime whilst I was doing this, the squirrel decided he’d had enough. The pigeons were on the table, and happily gorging themselves.

In the meantime, the magpie was in waiting.

Published by Bill

I just want to write, but I prefer to stay away from controversial topics like politics. I am happy to confess that at the moment, I am writing for me. If you enjoy my writings, and I hope you do then that is all the better.

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