Remember the heartwarming story I told about the birds? Well, little did I know little birds could be so mean and ungrateful. Something that started out so lovely turned into this mean, horrible conspiracy.
The feeder was first visited by a variety of birds. Birds that seemed to appreciate our winter charity. Nice birds. Then the bad crowd moved in. The birds with piercings and tattoos. The ones that wear the baggy pants and play rap music. They came and wanted to fight with the nice birds. The good, studious, clean-cut birds. They would peck at them while they were at the feeder, chase them off, mock them.
Then the mean birds ate all the food. I filled it up on Friday and by Monday morning it was gone. All of it. Birdseed is now costing me about $6 a week because they are going through it so fast. Then they put their graffiti all over it. Oh, they don't use paint. They use bird poop. But do I stop filling it and punish the good birds because of the actions of a few bad ones?
Honestly, even if I wanted to stop filling the feeder, I don't think I could. The mean birds have started sitting on the little fence that is about 5 feet from the sliding glass door. As I sit here I'm trying not to make any sudden moves because they are staring at me through it. I know they are going to figure out a way in here and beat me up with their little bird brass knuckles if I don't fill it again.
Who knew this was such a bad bird neighborhood? The act of kindness gone astray.
Question: Have you ever tried to do something good that went wrong...very wrong? Have you ever done something and have not been appreciated?