Messin' With Their Heads

This feeder is mine! It was put up for me and members of my family and others of our ilk. It is not intended for you, you fat little feather butts, so there.

And nya, nya, nya poopoo

Move over you pointy headed little green gremlin!

There's a new gang in town and we want your sugar water!

It started with the grackles. They chased all the other birds away from the regular tube feeder out by the garden pond. Darth Raiders, storm troopers, miserable robbers of the little birds.

So I moved the small tube feeder to the sitting porch. Figured I might get some nice photos there and no way the grackles would come that close to me.

It took the little birds a week to find it, but what a carnival of colorful finches I had among the geraniums and Norfolk Island pines.

And what a mess of spent and discarded seeds too. The plants were covered with sticky hulls. You couldn't walk without them crunching under your feet.

Not working.

So I stopped filling the feeder. That was when the house finches brought their chicks and began gleaning under the shelf for scattered seeds. They were so cute!

A lot of the seeds had fallen into a little cardboard box under the shelf.

I thought...what if I put seeds in that box just for the house finch family>

I did.

They found it and brought the kids.

Then I woke up one fine morning to the chink! chink! call of a cardinal.

Yep, cardinal in the box. Cool! He comes every day too but is far too wary for photography.

Then this morning I had two house finches sitting together on the perch ring of the hummingbird feeder trying to get their beaks in the little feeding holes.

Am I messing with their minds....or are they messing with mine?

*****Update: and now the hummers and house finches are on the hummer feeder at the same time. And blogger finally let me upload pics.