Day 52: This is the Sorter. The Sorter's job is to ensure that only the very best and heaviest seeds remain in my hand. His technique is simple. He buries his beak in the pile, gives a quick shake of his head, throwing all the lightweight seeds and chaff onto the ground below. Once the pile has been reduced to seven or eight prime candidates, he selects one and takes it to the contorted filbert, there to spend several minutes in enjoyment of his meal. By that time, a few of his companions will have come in to take their pick of the leftovers, and I will refill my hand so that the Sorter can continue his work. If he has not yet returned from his lunch break, Sorter #2 takes the next shift. There's no shortage of staff in this workplace!
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