Lest There Be Any Doubt

A travesty. What an awful neighborhood – Photo: L. Weikel

Lest there be any doubt as to why certain feathered friends might want to move to new digs, perchance at the aforementioned Woodpecker Condominiums, cast your visages upon this disgraceful excuse for a birdfeeder found in the environs of the home of the caretaker of this blog.

It’s a disgrace.

Indeed, it’s no wonder the blog used to call itself ‘Ruffled Feathers.’ My feathers are ruffled indeed.

Yes, I hear talk of a ‘pandemic’ sweeping the lives of the two-leggeds that live near and far. And my sympathies, such as they are, go out to these sad creatures who don’t seem to appreciate the finer qualities of remaining in one’s nest until the predators (seen or unseen) are no longer a threat. And when they must venture outside of their nests, why do they carry on so about keeping their gaping maws (so disgustingly unseemly compared to the noble beak) discreetly hidden from view or risk infection of themselves or others?

No Excuse

In all seriousness, I understand there may be some resistances to dealing with the current hardships being inflicted upon the two-legged species. But for the love of all that is holy (and we peckers do love holes, so I know from whence I speak), there is no excuse for allowing the seed required for not only the robust reproductive vigor of those of us in mature feather, but also the developing young hatchlings to dwindle to such an appalling level.

Plague or no plague, allowing the seed situation to dwindle to this level is wholly (there it is again – something I know a lot about!) unacceptable.

Alas, I will not be able to prove my worth to the Condo Board if I am weak with hunger. There is no way I will be able to peck enough grubs per minute without the supplemental sustenance I require.

I need to take this up with someone in power. If I could only locate one.