Bird Brain

Early this morning, I glanced at the hummingbird feeder hanging outside my kitchen window.   As one very tiny hummingbird hovered in to feed, a larger red throated male “dive bombed" the little guy.  Humming birds, seemingly sweet and delicate, are really greedy little critters. The question in my early morning brain was, “Why?”

You see the feeder is huge and filled to capacity with more nectar than “The Red Baron” could consume in his lifetime. Nevertheless, he works furiously all day hovering, watching and guarding the tall treasure tube of nectar as if he owns it.  He expends all his energies from daylight to dark threatening and chasing away any of his bird buddies that might drop by for a sip.

How foolish!  “Red” doesn’t realize the pointlessness of his daily stress.  Because of his tiny bird brain, he fails to understand that he is not the owner of the feeder.  I am.  I supply the nectar and keep it filled to overflowing.  I clean it.  I repair it. I take it down in winter and put it back up in time for his spring arrival.

If he only knew me better, he could relax and enjoy his bounty.  He could happily share his daily nectar with his bird buddies.  If he only knew me better, he would understand my plans for him are to bless him and not harm him.  If he only knew me better, he would see I do all this just to bless him in exchange for regular visitation from him.  If he knew me better, he’d figure out it makes me happy to make him happy.

Oh well, what can I expect? He has a bird brain.