I’ve asked a builder, who has been doing some work on our cellar, to make me a little house for feeding birds (there must be a special term, but I don’t think I know it). I assumed he’d think I’ve gone mad, but it seems he liked me and all of my unexplainable dreams to live on a farm (hey, not every city girl dreams of such things!), so he never said a word and built it.
Remembering a phrase from some film – “if you built it, they will come”, I started waiting. Well, after I’ve put some bread crumbs obviously.
1st day – I waited.
2nd day – I waited. (Crumbs seemed to have frozen, so I added some new ones.)
3rd day – I was still waiting.
4th day – THEY CAME!
The feast lasted about 5 minutes as it seems that there came the wrong ones!
I expected lots of tiny yellow bellied tits or bright red robins, or at least little brown sparrows, but I got just magpies, which are well known for being thieves.
Anyway, the crumbs have been replaced and I’m waiting again.
P.S. I was told that the special term is
feeding tray.