Marilyn Peck: ‘Feeding the Wild Song Birds’
Feeding the Wild Song Birds
We had to stop feeding the wild song birds:
Veranda rails were a hot spot of invitation.
We’d fed them meat there, for their hunger
Was cute and noisy. We were new, waiting.
They are cannibals. We realise we’d failed.
Kookaburras, butcher birds, magpies and crows;
They drove out all the blue wrens, willy-wagtails
Who were the usual visitors, and everyone knows
Honey eaters don’t eat meat. The magpies,
Butcher birds, kookaburras, crows are keeping
Watch on us now. They follow, glued like spies,
For worms, bugs we kill in grass, mowing.
Magpies are always ready to dive-bomb in their
Savage breeding season. There will be crows
Murdering mangoes. But we stopped feeding
Them meat on our back veranda, and it shows.
Marilyn Peck
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