We bought some seed for the bird house and the word is out! There's quite the pecking order going on. Four blue mountain jays I call the beautiful bullies. They swoop in and all the little finches fly up into the trees, waiting for their turn. Yesterday I saw several big crows at the feeder. There's one brave little finch who sits on a lower branch and hops down to grab some seed on the perimeter until one of the bullies notices and shoos him back up. I find myself admiring the courage, and perseverance and rooting for him. Then I wonder if his bird brain is all there or if he's undergoing some bird club initiation. I prefer to think of him as going against the flock, quietly standing up to the bullies, not following the pecking order.
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