FJ
These days getting out is rather difficult for me, as it maybe is for others as well. On days when it seems trying to get out of bed, my window lets the light spill in with small shadows in the shapes of birds. There are six house finches that live in the apartment complex that I feed with suet and sunflower seeds. Three pairs of birds as far as I can tell, 3 females and 3 males who show up almost on the clock at 4AM every morning and then religiously throughout the day. Before everything shut down and there was more to do, it took quite a bit of convincing to get my mom to allow me to put up a bird feeder, but as there is nothing to do now, and we spend all of our time at home, a bird feeder just seemed natural.
It's so strange that these birds don't know me but I feel as though I know them so well. Yesterday I only saw 4 birds for the entire day and I was so worried something had happened to the other couple. Today they came back and I am breathing with slightly more ease. A few weeks ago (maybe? what is time) the finches were displaying ritual feeding behavior, the female bows to the male and opens her mouth, and the male sticks his beak in her mouth. They are LOUD when they do this, the female screams to the male. "Mock regurgitation" doesn't sound that pleasant but when you know it's romantic there's something rather endearing about it.
They can't talk to me but they talk to each other and I listen. Ironically I really struggle to identify bird songs, all the different notes become jumbled in my brain but I swear I can tell who's perched outside my window by just one call. I wake up to these birds, and on nights I can't sleep, I fall asleep to these birds. They don't know me but I definitely know them.
