I'll try to be kind. After all, you were the first special bird to find our feeder. The sparrows that preceded you were nothing to marvel at. I felt quite important when my friend Sarah pointed you out, way back under the evergreen.
"See that little black bird?" she said. And I did! My first day of bird-watching, and already I excelled.
"So cute," Sarah said. "He is," I replied. "He'll poke around right here under the feeder, if he approves your seed."
That was a last week, Little Junco. Every day since, you and a couple dozen of your buddies are hopping around among those un-marvelous sparrows. Under the feeder, and on the feeder, too, where frankly, you're not supposed to go. So, little junco, please do me a favor. Take your gang to somebody else's backyard. I need the space for that darling black-capped chickadee, who's waiting over there in the redbud tree. Isn't he cute?
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