Now that Iíve finally gotten around to replenishing the bird feeder, the sparrows and finches are back, but they didnít come back alone. There is a pair of mourning doves that hang out on my back porch, under the feeder. I donít know if they just like the company, or if theyíre interested in the spillover. Iíve even seen these two birds in the birdbath, which is on the other side of the house. This is the first summer theyíve spent so much time so close by.
Joining all this commotion just outside my door today was a lone crow, who seemed to want to take over the whole operation. I have no particular problems with crows in general. Itís not as if Iím growing corn out here or anything. But this character, who is really too big for the feeder anyway, has been chasing the other birds away, and spraying seed all over the place.
So today I started chasing the crow away. It kept coming back, so apparently the message isnít getting through yet. I actually wouldnít mind if the crow werenít so obnoxious, both to the other birds and to those of us who donít think a noise like Phyllis Dillerís laugh is something we want to listen to all day long. I love all creatures great and small and all that, but let this one go back to his flock, please.