While others show off their glossy feathers and bravado the strugglers just get more clever! Part two: Eenie of Eenie Meeny Miny and sadly no Moe, and the grape.
I emerged like the holy one from my back door, my flock spotted me. Combed heads suddenly craned in high alert from behind boulders and bushes, I had grapes! Heads down and wings held in a stealth like position to make themselves more aerodynamic, they ran to my feet. Carefully scanning the flock, I noticed Eenie on the perimeter looking right at me with Penny, (apparently second from the bottom of the pecking order) nervously pacing at her side, could she be recruiting? As the others pushed and shoved Eenie and Penny went long to play outfield! Sylvia in an attempt to get as close to those grapes as possible flew to my hands trying desperately to remain airborne, but sadly dropped like a rock. As I tossed whole grapes to the pushers and shovers who who took turns playing “Grab Grape Run” I ripped off beak size pieces for Eenie and Penny who calmly stood in outfield and enjoyed their feast. Oh how I love the clever among us.
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