The woman on the other side of the ridge regularly fed the birds.
One day, she dropped dead.
A few days later, all the birds, en masse, showed up in *my* yard.
No idea why they picked me [besides the sucker sign on my back] but I've been feeding them ever since.
They're just pitiful, especially in the winter.
And I've had “welfare possums” dump their litters in my smokehouse, for me to raise.
But my ‘primitive breeds’ can easily survive.
Try and catch the “Life After People” series.
You'll enjoy it.
I’ll look for it.