We have run out of bird seed. I don't know how it happened! Well, I guess the same way we managed to run out of bananas and Tom's shampoo - just not paying attention or getting to the store quick enough.
Frankie doesn't appreciate it one bit and he was letting me know it this morning - staring at me through the French doors, pecking and squawking. I dumped the last few bits of seed and dust onto the window sill this morning. When I fed the dogs, I offered him loose kernels of squirrel corn...flower seeds...even a handful of my healthy whole-grain cereal! I probably dumped $5 worth of stuff on the doorstep, and he turned his beak up at all of it.
He just knew I was holding out on him and slipped inside before I could close the door to search it out himself. It took a while to herd him back outside - he's still convinced I have a secret stash of seed hidden somewhere.
I was hoping our walk would distract him; maybe he'd fill up on bugs. He found a few along the way, but once back home, there was a new dilemma: I always pass out goodies to my critters when we get back home (incentive for them not to run off!) and I had nothing to give Frankie! And there he was looking up at me, chirping, expecting something. He's a good boy, too, after all!
Finally! An image of the birds at the Houston Zoo, and their bowls full of fruit, popped into my head. I rushed to the kitchen, chopped up an apple, ran back outside and offered it to him, holding my breath, hoping he liked it, like a mother catering to a spoiled child or something.
And he did! He liked it! He gobbled it up with his joyful, excited "I LOVE this!" chirps. Whew!
Update: I'm home from the store, happy to report I remembered to grab a bag of seed for Frankie. I can't swear we'll never run out again, so it's good to know I have a back-up just in case! How do my pets get so spoiled?
