Earlier in the season our bird feeders were a sea of harmony… bluebirds, goldfinches, robins, finches, and cardinals taking turns ever so politely at the fountain and feeders.
A suet cake lasts barely two days, even with my flapping and clapping interventions to shoo away the seed hogs. The flower bed is so decimated, I can’t even remember what I had planted there and it smells like a chicken coop.
Few bother to sing their thanks. They’re too busy dive bombing each other, then the winners stuff themselves while the losers skulk away to poop on my hostas.
The songbirds rarely even come around any more. Occasionally, a cardinal or two will shoot a few hoops.
Greed is the word of the day. Take a look at Red, staking out the suet even as he rubbernecks to eat seeds from the feeder.