The other day we
the hubs put a new round of seed out for the birds in the feeder. It had been awhile – they are such pigs, I grew tired of watching how fast they plow through those expensive seeds. What did you do before this feeder? Your existence cannot be my responsibility, right? I wondered.
On the same day, we
the hubs also put up a new round of suet in the suet feeders in the front yard. Rich, fatty suet with seeds and dried bugs and all kinds of goodness for those of you with beaks.
The sun was out and the freezing cold wind wasn’t blowing, so I sat down outside with a mug of hot
toddy tea. I watched the chickadees do their swoop-swoop diving flight path to the feeder and chow down. The nuthatches and junkos hopped on right away, too. Chirp-chirp, swoosh-swoosh, they made a fairly noisy scene.
As I sat quietly appreciating them, I kept thinking hey, if you think this is good, there’s suet in the front yard. Go check it out. Helloooooo, suet is over there. Right. Now. GOGETTHESUETSUETSUET.
But they just kept flying over to the seeds.
And I kept trying hard to somehow be The Bird Whisperer to them. Hop, birdies, over this roof. It’s super easy ‘cuz you’re birds. You can do it. And, oh the yumminess that awaits you!
But no. They stuck with the seeds and it took the usual 24-36 hours for them to find the suet in the front yard. Hours and hours of a short bird life, right?
And I suddenly thought, wow, am I like the birds, too? How often is there something awesome so close to me and I don’t even see it. I won’t even hop over that roof to the front yard? I don’t even think to hop over. Maybe there’s suet over there somewhere right now, totally untouched and waiting for a peck. And maybe there’s even someone trying hard to send that message to me, but I’m not hearing it. I’m busy pecking at these seeds.
How often does that happen? I’m missing the suet, all obsessed with the seeds.
How do I open up my ears (or whatever hears these kinds of messages) so that I may pause on all the fuss about the seeds and see if there may be a big, fat cake of suet somewhere else?
Or do I get the message every now and then? And then go back to seeds, just because the seeds are well, so seedy and so…right here?
Are you eating the seeds or did you find the suet? How’d you find it? Who told you?