"Lady A: I beg your pardon, my Lords, promises and pie-crust are made to be broken." – Jonathan Swift

We're trying a new bird seed. It's supposed to be weed-seed-free. This is nice because the birds in our neighborhood are messy eaters. Under the bird feeders grow any number of grasses and goodness know what else because my existing cheap feed must be full of weed seed. This new product fixes that problem. The one I didn't know we had until I saw the packaging. Funny how that works.
A week in and the new bird seed is exactly where I left it. A giant untouched pile of things birds are supposed to like inside the glass house bird feeder from Canada. The weirdly expensive one that keeps the squirrels out. (It doesn't)
Speaking of, it looks like the squirrels don't like it either. They are messier than the birds. Agile yet clumsy in one furry tailed rat-like package. Even the ne'er-do-well squirrel family isn't coming around. That says something.
I might have been sold a bill of goods.
Right now a very fat barn swallow is sitting on the pergola near their new nest. Fatty is finding food somewhere, just not in the feeder sitting 10 feet away.
I suppose I'll admit defeat and switch back to the cheap weed seedy brand, which is probably not cheap, but definitely seedy. Life is like that. Take a chance on something new. Might work, might not. Live to fight another day.
Enjoy the weekend!
(and just like that, I see fatboy squirrel trying to tip the squirrel-proof-not-squirrel-proof-bird-feeder over. . .maybe fancy feed just needs more time. I can wait.)
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