On the ground and in the air
On their table, squabbling
Beaks agape while food they fling
Others, quieter, on the ground
Picking up the bits they've found
In the bird bath, five at once -
Then soggy bundles on the fence
On the feeder - "Clear off, chum -
I was here first - wait your turn!"
On the peanuts it's the same -
Just one endless starling game
A collared dove waits patiently -
"Might there be a crumb for me?"
Sparrows feed when they've a chance
Bluetits do their little dance
Robins pick up fallen scraps
Opportunist little chaps
Suddenly the boys are back -
Some in brown and some in black
Some folk hate their messy ways
But how they brighten up the days
