It was a super busy day at the feeder and for once, they didn’t all fly off as soon as I picked up the camera. It was a day for Cowbirds sharing the feeder with a little red House Finch.

It was also a day when a big Mourning Dove came to the deck and sat peacefully on the deck railing. He waited politely until the Cowbirds moved on.

After that, he settled down into the flat feeder.

Goldfinch flock

The Mourning Dove was still in the flat feeder almost two hours later. He doesn’t seem to worry about all the hawks who are hunting for big fat doves … or for that matter, squirrels.

Cowbird and House Finch or maybe it’s a Purple Finch … I can’t tell the difference
Cowbirds and House Finch

I worry about my birds and squirrels. I understand the hawks and the fishers and the coyotes and the Bobcats need their dinner too. Not every animal eats seeds.

Dove on the deck rail

Author: Marilyn Armstrong

Opinionated writer with hopes for a better future for all of us!

14 thoughts on “A FLOCK OF FINCHES, A DOVE, AND A BROWN-HEADED COWBIRD – Marilyn Armstrong”

      1. I filled up the feeder and the tray yesterday. Given the looks of them today, we did good business.


  1. I know what you mean about worrying about birds and squirrels. On the one hand you want to feed and protect them, but as we all know, nature is red in tooth and claw, and other animals need to eat too. It’s a dilemma all us animal-lovers face. Lovely pictures, and it’s nice to see different breeds of finch than we have over here. Great day in the garden!


    1. It was a great day for me and apparently a hungry day for them. I worry about them, but I also understand that this is the way nature is. However much I want all my pretty birds and squirrels to flourish, many won’t. And that’s the way it is supposed to be.

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      1. Very true Marilyn. We want to protect them all, but sadly it’s not the way of the world. We’ve just got home from rescuing a rabbit and taking it to a famous wildlife hospital around 40 mins from us. It’s called St Tiggywinkles. Poor thing was wandering around the kerbside looking confused, so I stopped all the traffic and herded it to safety. But it seemed to have had an altercation with a car with a few knocks and bruises, so we wrapped it up and took it to St Tiggs. Turns out it has the dreaded Myxomatosis, although there’s hope if they’ve got it early enough. I really hope so. I worry too.

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