I am not a finch
nor a red winged black bird.
I am not a hummingbird
or a robin.
I can be found at the feeder
crying feeder, feeder, feeder
A contest entry
- Name That Bird 5 (Tufted Titmouse) by MagicLady.
300 points, ended April 28, 2008, 5 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Thank you very much for you entry to the contest. I thought it was clever that you included the names of the previous birds in my contest. I like how you ended the poem.
Speaking of feeders: Did you know: Slightly larger than six inches long, this bird is easily identified. Male and female look alike, gray above and lighter below with rusty flanks. A black bill and forehead set off the gray crest. But the real give-away of the titmouse’s presence is the big black eye, made larger by the black ring around it.
Take note of the dominance hierarchy at your backyard feeder station this winter. In winter flocks, males always dominate females and juveniles. The alpha male and female usually have bred in the area last season.
Beyond that, titmice are well down the ladder. For example, hairy woodpeckers dominate downy woodpeckers, the downy dominates the white-breasted nuthatch and these dominate titmice.
Cheryl
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I have never professed to be a poet
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