They’re back. The rebel bike gang of the skies have come back to New Hampshire. Where I once filled my bird feeders once or twice a week, I have to fill them daily when these swarms of Red Winged Blackbirds and Common Grackles come to town. They swarm the feeders and you can almost watch them empty in moments. There’s no taking your fair share and moving on with these thugs – it’s all or nothing.
I’ve read up on changing up the feed, putting chicken wire around the feeders, or buying new feeders that they don’t like to go to. But I’m not spending money or time on that. With a snow storm coming in tonight, I’m not taking down the feeders either. I’m going to fill them up and let them run out – quickly mind you, but unnaturally natural. Maybe the desirable birds will get their fill too, maybe not. But sometimes you need to let nature decide. The feeders come down in a month. I’ll continue to feed the bluebirds, which has been a pleasant success in the yard. Maybe even the finches, depending on how quickly they blow through the thistle. But the cardinals, jays and other birds are going to have to live off the land once the snow melts. For now it’s ever bird for itself.