Brats will be brats

  If I do not get to the garden by ten minutes past sunrise, I get a rude scolding.  A pair of blackbirds start shrieking for me to come fill the feeders.  These are two of the most impatient birds to ever visit the gardens,  Most birds will politely call or even sing until their breakfast is served but these rascals literally shriek.  They will both perch themselves in the dead black gum tree, shriek at the top of the voices and then hop from limb to limb.  If I still do not come, the male will venture into the porch arbor and yell at the door.  That shriek is deafening under the canvas top and I think he realizes that it can be heard all the way to the kitchen!  Once I fill the feeder and toss a bit on the ground, this pair eats and then flies back out to the marsh.  

  The redwing blackbirds often hang purely in the marsh but this pair has gotten brave.  They spend a good bit of time at the feeders and will often stake it as their territory.  Then, no other birds are allowed to feed.  Beside being extremely rude, they are bossy!  How unlike the other blackbirds and the other birds, in general.  I am not sure why these are so rude but it has now become quite humorous for me and I have a tendency to even venture out without their breakfast from time to time.  Their reaction is one of disbelief!  I think they belong to this "me" generation...you know, the ones who think everything should be handed to them.  In the human world, these are the ones who never got their butt beat because parents were afraid to be parents. Perhaps the same thing happened in the avian world.  Brats will be brats.