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The (really disturbing) Birds
Dec. 18th, 2006 07:33 pmMy husband, Mike, has been feeding the birds at our feeder for so long that they know him. The chickadees will twitter and land in the seed scoop when he comes out, and if the feeder’s empty they’ll scold him. They also seem to realize that he chases the squirrels away from the feeder.
Today, though, was creepy. I didn’t see it for myself-and I’m glad!
Mike went outside, and there was a squirrel on the feeder. Mike tossed a few sticks (trying to chase it away, not hit it.) The squirrel scrambled toward the top of the birch tree.
And the chickadees began to chant.
Mike says that’s the only way to describe it-a flock of chickadees in UNISON, crying “Chirp, chirp, chirp!” the way a crowd of frat boys would chant “Chug, chug, chug!”
The squirrel reached the top of the tree, inched onto the far twigs, and readied itself to jump. The chickadees kept chanting-except for the ones who started dive-bombing the squirrel.
The squirrel made a frantic leap, missed, and plummeted. The birds kept chanting until the squirrel hit the ground and snapped its neck. Then they scattered back to the feeder, twittering at random as though nothing had happened.
Darned creepy. Hitchcock had nothing on THESE birds!
Today, though, was creepy. I didn’t see it for myself-and I’m glad!
Mike went outside, and there was a squirrel on the feeder. Mike tossed a few sticks (trying to chase it away, not hit it.) The squirrel scrambled toward the top of the birch tree.
And the chickadees began to chant.
Mike says that’s the only way to describe it-a flock of chickadees in UNISON, crying “Chirp, chirp, chirp!” the way a crowd of frat boys would chant “Chug, chug, chug!”
The squirrel reached the top of the tree, inched onto the far twigs, and readied itself to jump. The chickadees kept chanting-except for the ones who started dive-bombing the squirrel.
The squirrel made a frantic leap, missed, and plummeted. The birds kept chanting until the squirrel hit the ground and snapped its neck. Then they scattered back to the feeder, twittering at random as though nothing had happened.
Darned creepy. Hitchcock had nothing on THESE birds!
