The Ground Above My Feet

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[Ally]

The junco is lost. Where am I? Ground or mid air? Why does that human go all that trouble? Why am I even thinking? I'm just a bird.

[TransAtlanticGoose]

Well that's a rather clever solution.
Perhaps the in-the-wild equivalent would be to dig trenches... But that might indicate to our feathered friends that we wish to start an avian war...
Perhaps your method is safer.

[Shortsighted]

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[Ally]

Well that's a rather clever solution.
Perhaps the in-the-wild equivalent would be to dig trenches... But that might indicate to our feathered friends that we wish to start an avian war...
Perhaps your method is safer.

Hahahaha, I am picturing that

[Axeman]

lol omg....the lengths we'll go to....a brilliant and elegant solution....but crazy nonetheless lol....reminds me of one of my favourite philosophers...Carl Spackler who famously said "In order to conquer the animal, I have to learn to think like an animal. And whenever possible, to look like one. I've gotta get inside this guy's pelt and crawl around for a few days."

[Dinusaur]

Great idea, a clever way to get them at the eye level. My more conventional solution is to put flower pots that sit on my deck fence and make a heap of soil to conceal the bream of the pots. Works well until a squirrel comes along and takes a dust bath, disturbing the mound of soil.

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[Ally]

All your birds appear to be deep in thinking.

[Shortsighted]

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[Ally]

The invitations finally arrived.

[Shortsighted]

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[Ally]

Which begged the question, where did you get the dirt?
Is that junco a boy or a girl? And whatever the gender, the eye seems sad.