I saw a rare nuthatch on the feeder yesterday morning.
They haven’t been around much lately.
My excitement quickly turned to guilt as it hopped around the feeder searching for a speck of anything.
Not to mention steering clear of the starling also scrounging for a morsel.
They ruined everything.
A few weeks ago a flock of 40 or so descended on the feeders and yard.
They darn near drove everything away.
Their too good impression of Hitchcock’s The Birds was a little creepy too.
Our only hope of “encouraging” them to move on was remove their source of food.
Which also meant removing the source of food for other birds too.
Like poor little nuthatch.
Inwardly, I’m in the conundrum again.
There’s celebrating the starling numbers dwindling down to a stubborn two.
Mixed with resolve in finding the final piece of their discouragement.
Threaded with pangs of [guilt, embarrassment, what’s the word] over my exclusionary thoughts.
That’s not me.
What gives me the right to choose who is welcome to hang out or not?
You can have some, but not you or you?
Can I really be okay with saying you have the right to live and eat …
as long as it’s not in my backyard?
I’ve made peace with the squirrels consuming everything.
Even the crows and magpies.
Why not starlings?
Couldn’t they just move on?
Life would be so much easier if I didn’t have to deal with them.
But life doesn’t work that way.
It gets in your face.
Makes you face things you’d rather not.
Decide who you were,
who you are,
and who you desire to be.
Thoughts turn to the homeless shelter that couldn’t find a home.
Each prospective neighborhood thought protecting people from frigid cold winter nights was a good idea.
As long as it was somewhere else.
The news is filled with stories about “those” people are fine to be here if they know their place.
Or stay where they should.
Or don’t take jobs.
Or don’t take money from the system.
Exactly why is it other people have to act a certain way to make any of us feel comfortable?
When is it okay to keep one group out of the neighborhood, but not another?
How does leaving a problem for somebody else to deal with, make it any less my problem too?
They had to go and make me think.