Bird life in the village in the winter
When I wrote about elk Lucy, The commentary has been a lot of comments that should help not only wild animals, but also to feed the birds in winter. I promised to tell you about them and rather about their flying neighbors. Neighbors? Yes neighbors, because we live in their territory, not they on ours. Especially because of the long winter in the suburbs, many are already colored give names.
Every time when I go into town for a meal, I buy their feathered neighbors bacon and sunflower seeds. We market the seeds 1 kg this year worth 60 rubles. 1 kg seeds enough for exactly one week. Fat, but less often, they do not like. Salo titmouse and bullfinch privechayut rarely, it quickly freezes and then take away the magpie or jay.
My wards in the morning waiting for their daily treats - seeds. They're going to the bushes and hydrangeas buldenezha and his disgruntled tweets, if asked, "Master, do not you slept late? We are waiting for you from dawn where our seeds? ». Sometimes the window tapped. But
we have Cherry, She did not pobaluesh. And when talking about seeds or lard in a manger, you are surrounded by the most impatient and customize your tweets, they say, move... you know what. We must pay tribute to these fluttering creatures of God, they are not rude, do not sit on the head or on the shoulders and flying around, with quiet reproach shouting at me.I have two feeders, one hanging on woodsheds, the other at the house, where there is a tandoor. Long-distance feeder, which is woodsheds, more open and with a platform that can accommodate fat magpie. There is rarely one of small powered, but at the far manger I bring something for forty, but not often.
The main feeder to the tandoor, it is for the birds trivia, and if there appears forty or jay, little thing, combined in a terrible crowd, rebuffing a treat to eat at any hooliganism, which is not their avian detachment, without giving a chance to stay in trough.
The only one titmouse and bullfinch privechayut not kicked out of the trough - woodpecker Vasya. They tolerate it, and he does not pay any attention to them. Actually woodpecker Bob first arrives at a feast. If he sees and watches, when I get home. Bob usually sits on a pole nearby, I see it when I prepare and I cut the fat seeds for birds. And seeing dvizhuhu that I left the house, a second after I put the seeds in the feeder, exactly once turn around toward the house, he had breakfast with a clear clocked eats refreshments.
Already after Bob will determine his place from the edge of the trough, it flies rest titmouse. Bullfinches are rarer. One gets the impression that arrives bullfinch father and his girlfriend, but closer to spring, come and bullfinches trifle.
That's how we live.
Accidents happen when someone is particularly hungry knocks on the window, but does not expect the power and hit the glass falls stunned into the snow. If the time to see, and I meow Cherry suggests that the window Encyclopedias, then take the feather ball, entered in the house, posing next to a bowl of water and seeds. Typically, the bullfinch (for some reason he very stupid) to get warm, come to life, and in a couple of hours it is already possible to go. Funny look when carried him out into the street, his relatives sitting side by side and are waiting for their unfortunate fellow.
Feed the birds should be every day, they quickly get used to the good. Feathered clearly accustomed to a specific time, so do not put something in the night or during the day underlay. Everything that you put on the night will freeze and will lie in the manger until it's warm.
Their feathery I fertilize until the ground thaws and shall flow streams. And visually it becomes apparent that the spring has come, fewer birds visit the feeder.
What remains the same - every year is the same Bob and impudent magpie, which chase pack, rallied together tits, sparrows and bullfinches. Although feathered detail among themselves not very friendly.
So the whole winter feed and watch the birds. We with Cherry as if two TVs - Cherry in the box for watching bird life, sometimes shouting at them, and my man. Which of the "boxes" is better?
For me he is a window, it can see life without fraud, without fawning and intrigue, as the territory had long been divided nature - bullfinches not become obsolete far from feeder tits, tits and fear when going to smaller militant in a flock, but because I do not climb on trouble.