The first blog by birds for birds.
Well, I believe you can. I feed my mockingbird friends on my front porch--golden raisins, no less. The raisins are a big hit,but if they run out, I hear about it. I get penetrating stares through the front windows into my living room. Or, if I'm outside, mockers give me dirty looks while perched on telephone wires over my front yard. Then, I leap into action, reskupply the grub, and am ignored until the food is gone again. You guys could be a little more grateful, you know? Not complainin', just sayin'.
Not only recognize individuals but remember! A long-ago cat of ours once brought a fledgling mocker into the house -- alive, unhurt but annoyed. I took it out and the parents came and got it, but they never forgot that cat. The cat (who wasn't a killer, only a catcher) never took a peaceful step in that garden again. The mockers would divebomb her mercilessly, and this went on for two years, until we moved away. Now, of course, no cats of mine are at large to catch anything.
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