Bird seed.
At the old house in West Hills we would put out a cup or two a day in bird seed and it would attract house finches, sparrows, juncos, mourning doves, squirrels, and whatever else happened to be passing through. We might get as many as ten or twelve mourning doves, but the other species were smaller flocks.
In the new house, I’ve put up four much bigger hanging feeders full of seed. No juncos, no mourning doves, one scrawny squirrel who as far as I can tell hasn’t yet figured out how to get to the hanging feeders, but will feast on the droppings on the ground. LOTS of house finches and sparrows.
When I put up the first feeder and just had the one out there, it took about two weeks to get emptied. Just a handful of birds had found it. But there were more every day.
When I put up the other three (total of four), the floodgates opened.
They cleaned them all out in a week. I refilled.
They cleaned them all out in four days. I refilled.
Three days. I refilled.
I noticed today that they’re all empty again, and it hasn’t even been 36 hours.
How? Well, when I looked out there this morning there were 50+ birds.
Paging Alfred Hitchcock! The white courtesy phone for Alfred Hitchcock! The black courtesy phone for Roger Thornhill!
If you see us starting a Go Fund Me for bird seed, you’ll know why.
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