I have a bird feeder on my porch. I keep it filled during the winter months. The birds really appreciated it last week when we had the ice storm. They would be sitting on it and around it waiting to be fed when I went out in the morning.
They make a mess of things eating the insides of the seeds and spitting the hulls out on the porch and ground. This morning I got the broom to sweep up some of the mess they’d made. I was thinking about something else and not really watching what I was doing when the top part of the broom hit the bird feeder and dumped a bunch of the seeds in my hair. It wasn’t nearly as funny as my youngest son thought it was.
I finished the sweeping, but could hardly wait to get inside and shower the seeds out. I shook out as many as possible, but it really was a dirty feeling in my hair.
I didn’t stay out there long after the spillage. Those birds are getting too tame and I feared one or more would land on my head and try to peck the seeds out of my hair.
I don’t feed them much in the spring and summer. They don’t need to forget how to forage for themselves. But they must not forage on my head.