Day 61: It's party time! The winter Porch Parrots showed up a few days ago and made short work of the seeds I'd laid out for breakfast. You might think that they'd have flown south by now, but once they'd pinned a seemingly endless source of black-oil sunflower seed on their mental maps, they've been here every winter. The census appears to have grown somewhat, increasing until there is now no longer space for everyone on the trays. Inevitably, there will be some pushing and shoving, the occasional beak battle and a lot of bad language, apparently the social standard for Parrot parties. In the end, though, everyone gets a fair share of the goodies, and no one goes home feeling like they were left out of the door prize drawing.
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