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Bird Poop

poo rail

The poo rail.

I have really enjoyed the bird feeder. I have especially enjoyed watching the mama birds wean their chicks these last couple of weeks. It has been quite a show. But now? Now everything is covered in bird poop. Everything. Even my plants. My plants!

The finches (there are now as many as eleven on the balcony at one time) finished the last feeder-full of seed in two days (pigs!) and I haven’t refilled it since. I’m not sure what to do. I love watching the birds – it makes me incredibly happy. But I don’t even want to sit out there now because there is bird crap all over everything. I’m going to have to clean it up and I am not happy about it. But I miss the birds! I’m torn. What to do?

Live Things

I’m always surprised when people are horrified by my love of dead things. Whenever someone comes over and I give them the tour of our apartment, the icing on the cake is always the mummified mice at St. Peter’s Gate ¬†displayed in our bedroom. When I look at those mice, I see beauty. Their perfect little forms, tiny paws curled to silken whiskers, tails twisted and springing in mid-air, they are exquisite. Tiny sculptures formed by Mother Nature Herself. Which is why, even though it happens over and over, I am always surprised when my guest’s inevitable¬†reaction is, “Ew. That is really gross. Are you okay?”

This is where I would like to assure everyone that I am not, in fact, some sort of psychopath. Honestly. I’m not interested in blood and gore. Photos of animals ripped up by cars make me cry. Animal cruelty is intolerable. I’m interested in the process of how our bodies go back to the earth. I’m interested in mummies. I’m interested in bones. And I’m not just interested in dead things. I’m also interested live things.

The following is a whole slew of pictures I snapped one afternoon while watching the birds at our feeder. (It is also an example of why I need an SLR.*)


The blur in the background, between the lantern and the bird feeder, is Atticus in flight.




How many birds can you see in this picture?**


Are you guys tired of bird pictures yet? Good! Because there are only 18 more to go. Just kidding. (Or am I?)


Look at them! I want to scoop them up and smother them in kisses! There’s four! And they’re all alive!

The joy that stupid bird feeder brings me is totally worth the fact that every surface of our balcony is covered with bird poop. It’s totally worth it. Totally worth it.

(At least dead things don’t poop.)

*I finally decided, by the way. I’m going to buy an SLR, but I’m not going to take it to Bolivia. I know it would take insane pictures, but I do not want that sh*t around my neck while I’m hiking. Do. Not. Want. It. More on that later.

**there are four! (One of them is not real.)

Bird Watching

bird watching

For two weeks our little seed bell didn’t get any traffic at all. Not one single bird came to visit. When I complained to my mom about it, she suggested that perhaps we had hung it too far out in the open. Maybe the birds weren’t interested because they’d be too visible to hawks and other predators, and if we moved it further under the balcony’s overhang, we might get more traffic.

So we moved it. And within fifteen minutes there were two little birds chomping away. And pooping away. That’s the side of a bird feeder I hadn’t counted on: The bird poop side. But it’s totally worth it. I think.

Also, it’s excellent entertainment for the cats.