By Jim Hagarty
So I just got told off.
It’s a beautiful morning where I live, so I went outside for a while and sat in a lawnchair on the patio, not far from the bird feeder. Not far, from my vantage point, but too close according to the assessment of some potential customers of the feeder.
I watched as two birds landed on the lawn. A bigger one, which I will call Mom, and a little one trailing behind. Mom scoured the ground for grubs and such and every once in a while, turned around and deposited her finds in the open beak of Junior behind her.
But I could see that her real destination was the bird feeder and there I sat like a Brinks guard, gun at the ready.
This is where another bird joined the drama, a bird I will call Dad. I don’t know if that is fair to make that judgment, but this one was bigger and had a bad attitude. Typical Dad.
Dad flew onto a branch above my head and gave me a long and loud scolding the likes of which I have not had since I beat up a kid on the playground in elementary school.
The longer I sat, the louder was the protest. I finally came inside where I belong, I guess. Pretty cheeky of a man to erect a bird feeder and then go sit beside it when there are birds about.
I just checked out the window.
Guess who is in the bird feeder?
