We bought 25 pounds of Niger Thistle Seed the other day. The thistle feeders are filled once a day. The little Red Polls are hungry. I saw one finch amongst the bunch …a close relative no doubt….maybe an in-law.
I will guess that there are 60 plus birds feeding at once…maybe more. Sometimes it looks like that Hitchcock movie in our yard. The day I was shoveling the patio all the birds flew but one. Poor thing was walking around looking for seeds, one of his wings looked funny…perhaps a clash with a tree or a window. He walked around as I shoveled, one time I almost covered him up with snow…I was torn …what to do…what to do. He jumped up and struggled out of the avalanche…I told him I was sorry. Then I started carrying shovels of snow way away from him. I finally decided to let nature takes it’s course, I got real up close and personal with him while clearing off the tops of the solar lights. He flew into the thistle feeder and just rested there, panting heavily. Poor thing.
When we got home from town he was gone…possibly totally recovered…some things just take time. Perhaps he flew off into the woods and died…but I hope he lived to see another day.
Maybe this is him…maybe not…
If you don’t have Red Polls at your house rest assured they are being fed well in Northern Minnesota where it is colder than a witches titty on the shady side of an iceberg.