Earlier this year I started a Sunday morning ritual of providing breadcrumbs to the birds and in the process it provided for much fun and laughter as well as a bird educational from my grandstand kitchen window view.
In addition to getting to know some regular bird appearances, it also creates the opportunity for Sunday morning visitors to partake in feeding the birds. Breadcrumbs and rice remain firm favourites. It might be my imagination, but I often get the impression that the birds somehow know that it is Sunday. I’ve noticed them twittering away in a tree close their feeding ground - within minutes of me placing the breadcrumbs on the ground, they put in a musical appearance.
Whilst they are twittering away, I too join in by belting out the Mary Poppins song, ‘ Feed the Birds”
On the other hand, this feeding programme remains a finely balancing act as we also have a cat whose food bowl, whilst indoors, is in close proximity to the feeding ground of the birds. It however allows for much amusement though as she keeps a watchful eye on the feeding procedures. Despite producing some strange cat sounds (which is reserved for birds only), needless to say, to date she has been the perfect hostess and allows them free reign of the backyard.
I wonder if I can take credit for a cat that is well trained? Probably not. We all know that have a mind of their own. They do as they please. Will just have to ensure she is well-fed prior to feeding the birds.
In conclusion, herewith the lyrics of the popular Mary Poppins song, Feed the birds - twitter away!
Early each day to the steps of Saint Paul’s
The little old bird woman comes
In her own special way to the people she call,
Come, buy my bags full of crumbs,
Come feed the little birds,
Show them you care
And you’ll be glad if you do
Their young ones are hungry
Their nests are so bare
All it takes is tuppence from you
Feed the birds, tuppence a bag
Feed the birds , that’s what she cries
While overhead, her birds fill the skies.
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