Well...yah...that’s kind of what birds do when there’s no food there to be had...
We have the feeder here but the birds just fight over it, peck each other and rip feathers out, for a few measly handfuls of feed. The squirrels get whatever’s left over.
I had this weird dream that you sent me a fountain pen and all sorts of weird accessories. Like syringes for inserting ink into its cartridge. And I couldn’t make it work and that made me feel guilty.
I blame the thread.