Birdfeeders are messy. All around them, birds scatter seeds, feathers, and the end products of digestion. That’s what they do in my front yard. It’s okay, though. I have a clean-up crew who come around every night, 24/7. They never take a day off. They never complain. They keep the area under my “squirrel-proof” birdfeeders looking (relatively) tidy.
And I don’t have to pay them!
Last night I went out to bring in the feeders—because if I don’t, the cleaner-uppers climb the pole and empty them for me—and heard scrabblings up the trunk on the majestic tulip poplar that stands near my front door.
I stood still and waited. Within seconds a black-masked little face peeked around the trunk about ten feet off the ground. Before I could say, “Good evening, little friend,” a second face poked its way over the first one’s shoulder.
Two nights ago, I remembered after I was practically asleep that I’d forgotten to bring in the feeders. I barged out the front door without thinking and startled a possum on my front porch. She cleans up the niger seeds the goldfinches drop.
During the day, pigeons and doves and other sorts of ground-feeders pick up what the raccoons and the possums miss.
And the daddy-longleg spiders inside the house clear up any ants who find their way inside.
Life is good.
BEEattitude for Day # 323:Blessed are those who take the time to observe what we animals do and who appreciate us, for they shall reap the benefit of our activity.
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