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So poignent , the birds have just been rowing here, I don’t know why though 💜💜
We tend to think it’s just each bird doing its own thing making a general tuneful noise, but there’s all sorts of dramas going on.
Yes indeed they live life on the edge…or is that hedge 💜
Ha ha! Both 🙂
Thats true, most time about food too. 😉
Yes. How not to be somebody else’s food 🙂
😉 Here we have some black birds guiding the others to the indow sill with the lining. And they are also controlling how much the eat.
That’s a sad thing to witness. I’ve only seen our bluejays chatter and fly.
Once you start to notice the different cries and see birds crashing through leaves, you realise life is one big drama for them.
I imagine it must be.
I used to visit a friend (I’d still be visiting him, but he died a few years ago), and he had a bird bath outside his office window. Every now and then, a big blue jay would come and squawk and chase the other birds away. The other birds (smaller) would complain, and sometimes if they were enough they’d chase the jay away. Until the jay decided another visit to the bird bath would do.
It isn’t all sweet chirping. Bird-drama is intense in its own way, as you poetically and lively note.
There are the songs and there are the calls and cries. The calls, whistles, hoarse cries, usually mean something unpleasant is happening. I’ve noticed that the buzzards are systematically attacked by the crows. I know when they’re at it because they make a different noise that sounds more like a quack than a caw. All a buzzard has to do is sail over, and out of the blue, literally, they crows appear, dive-bombing and quacking until the buzzard drifts away then they flap off home. I’ve never worked out why they do it.
Even within the birds of one species there is drama. I’ve seen many a rough and tumble among sparrows. (K)
Flock birds often seem to be brawlers. Bit like people…