Some birds are not meant to be caged, that’s all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.
— Stephen King, Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption: A Story from Different Seasons
Great and blue tits, sparrows, robins, turtledoves, magpies, and finches. Jackdaws and starlings. Each day they visit the Peanut Bar in my backyard. For the little ones, there are nutritious fat bulbs and grains, and the larger guests indulge in the salt-free peanut butter. The magpies, too big to sit on the stick, flutter in front of it, or dangle almost upside down.
And the cats, they enjoy the Bird TV, and comment from behind the window.