Another damn squirrel
I’ve done my research.
Ground food for doves, peanuts for jays, a thistle sock for the finches.
It’s a cool morning.
I grab my binoculars, a notebook, and my worn second-hand field guide.
I take my seat, ready for the show.
A commotion draws my eye to the open platform feeder.
Who will it be-a cardinal, chickadee, nut hatch, towhee?
Imagine my disappointment, another damn squirrel.
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Hahaha. We’ve all been there. <3 (I just got the Merlin app and have started learning about birds. We have 3 nests and I wanted to know what they are. We have tree swallows, eastern phoebe, and brown thrasher.)
Yes! Damn squirrels! They used to stretch from my eaves and drain the hummingbird feeders. If it’s out there, they will come. Good poem!
A very fun poem. A joy to read.
Thank you for the comments. I’ve been doing battle today. They are strangely acrobatic.
Melissa Helton, how exciting! We had a nest on the screen porch a few years ago. So much fun to watch.