This spring I decided to feed the birds peanuts. I put a big pile of nuts on our deck and they sat there unnoticed for days! When I thought about it, I realized I hadn't seen the birds that love peanuts (the Steller's Jays) for quite awhile and wondered if they'd been off on a winter vacation in Hawaii.
Then a couple of weeks ago we had the Craig's (our neighbors) over for lunch and my conversation with Shay went something like this:
Me in a rather confrontational tone (Shay knew I was playing with her), "Are you, by any chance, feeding MY birds?"
Shay, "Uh, which ones?"
Me, "The Steller's."
Shay, "Well, uh, yeah."
Me, "What are you feeding them?"
"About 8:00 in the morning."
"So that's where they are! They're going over to your house and filling up on your nuts and they're not coming here. Do you call 'em?"
"Yeah, I whistle, do you?"
"No I can't whistle, but I use a shrill, very high-pitched voice and say, 'Come on birdies!'"
"Yeah, we've heard you."