The Bird Hotel


 

A few weeks ago, I posted a photo of our Christmas tree after dragging it outdoors and standing it up by the bird feeders. I secured it to the post holding the feeders, thinking it would offer additional ways and places for me to feed the flock.

After one of our windy, snowy, icy storms I looked out one morning and saw the tree had blown over. It was on the ground not too far from the feeders. After a while I went out to get it standing back up again beside the feeders. But I couldn’t budge the tree. It was frozen in place. I knew I’d have to leave it there until we had a warm spell. I thought that was that.

But then, the funniest, strangest thing began to happen. It’s still going on as winter is far from over. The Christmas tree turned into a hotel. A busy and spacious Bird Hotel with a marvelous view of the field. It appears to be patronized by Cardinals, Sparrows, Blue Jays, Chickadees, Woodpeckers, Mourning Doves, Rock Doves, Crows, even Squirrels and Chipmunks. Some days I’m thinking the hotel is full what with all the chattering going on in all of those updated rooms. It would be best if the hotel would require reservations. That would stop the bickering between those able to get a room and those flying in too late. Besides offering reservations, room service is needed. I notice lots of unnecessary back and forth travel. One bird employee answering the calls would cut down the noise.

One last suggestion to management. A caretaker is desperately needed. Most every morning the back yard is a mess, peppered with seed pulled out of feeders, strewn all over the ground, zillions of bird prints in the snow, empty suet containers yanked from their strings. I suggest a local racoon or coy dog be brought in to help. Maybe even a fox.

So, with the busy Bird Hotel, it makes sense that a restaurant would follow. Actually, the restaurant was there first. The restaurant’s bird feeders remain busier than ever.

Popular items added to the menu include suets, suets of any kind including Nuts, Seeds, Fruit, even Peanut Butter and High Energy. Suets are followed by delicious Bird Bells. Then bags of Wild Bird Seed. Even slices of bread. Maybe some popcorn.

Credit cards and cash are not accepted. Payment in suets and bird bells are most welcome.

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