they wait every day for me to come out and replenish the bird feeder. Cheerfully squabbling with each other, they mob the feeder and the piles of seed on the ground, the mourning doves moving through them like llamas through sheep. the jays scream warnings every time a cat arrives, and the cardinals wait for the rush to die down a bit
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