Last Sunday after enjoying (and envying) the splashes of color at my friend’s feeder, I switched to black oil sunflower seeds in my feeder. I put the seed out on Saturday evening and first thing Sunday morning, I had finches at the feeder! I couldn’t believe how quickly they appeared. I hadn’t seen one finch this spring and in less than 12 hours, there were more than half a dozen of them happily feeding in my yard! How did they know?
The Bird Word
Do they read a daily flyer
to alert them one and all?
Do they indulge in back-fence talk
and disclose each new windfall?
Do they banter at the birdbath
’bout the tasty treat du jour?
Do they gossip while they’re gorging
at the feeder by the door?
Do the bluejays trade in hearsay,
while the chickadees chitchat?
Is there a message to decipher
in Woodpecker’s rat-a-tat?
Do the sparrows spread the good news?
Have they a coded whistle?
Could one chirp mean sunflower seeds
and two long tweets mean thistle?
I suspect they gather nightly
to exchange the bird seed news
and to plan their daytime visits
to the feeders that they choose.
Now when I hear their trilling song
sweetly fill the morning air,
I wonder if each note’s a clue,
information that they share.
I plan to sit and ponder
how the word spreads with such speed,
but I’m heading to the feed store first
to buy more bags of seed!
Molly Hogan (c) 2016
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