I have tried for years to feed birds. Hung all manner of feeders from stout branches and metal shepherd's crooks, tried seed mixture blended specially - or so the bag said - for the birds I've seen hanging out at Sandhill, crumbled up stale bread and sprinkled it on the grass in an effort to Hansel-and-Gretel-like show them the way. And, with the exception of hummingbirds, I have failed miserably.
Kathy Bradley: Eat seed and be merry
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