Birdseed Boogie

In my meadow surrounded by forest delight, there are more cardinals than I can count. They wait their turn at bird feeders, not flying in more than two at a time. A lone blue jay waits until last to be served. Robins and wrens do not understand there is a protocol. They swoop in on a cardinal’s turn. Do not get me started on crows. They will eat a whole field of seed in a mob of sixty in two or three minutes, and they do it loudly. a fast cardinal swoop pinkish streak in azure sky the birdseed boogie