There’s a fight in my yard. No referee to be found. A brawl—it must be a brawl. Wings flapping frantically, squawking and pecking. Ducking and dodging, perch dives. I should be selling tickets for this event. And the winner is…
A year ago I bought my first bird feeder to draw wild birds to my yard. This year I added a couple more feeders including a Hummingbird feeder.
One of the feeders has two perches. That doesn’t work when there are four or more birds fighting for their turn.
The other feeder’s perch can accommodate at least six birds. Sometimes that doesn’t work either.
The bigger feeder has different food in it. I’ve come to the conclusion the birds like the food in the little feeder better. They will eat the other food but prefer what’s in the little feeder. It’s like preferring to eat a nice steak dinner as opposed to going to a fast food joint.
I filled all of them this morning and the little one is already empty. So what are they fighting for? I wish I knew. They could stop fighting and fly over to the other one and have a satisfying meal.
I don’t want a fast food meal instead of a steak dinner.
In order to calm the brawlers down I’m going to buy a bigger feeder with four to six perches for the preferred food. Little do they know but they will have to eat the three bags of food until it’s gone.
No brawlers allowed.