The Breakfast Club

They are waiting for me every morning.  Richard calls them “the breakfast club”. 

I like to think of these as Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail, and Peter, one of whom is a baby born this year who has joined the grownups. In the front yard, another group waits for Richard, who usually feeds the birds on that side of the house.

They have become very tame. The other day one who was sitting near the front porch saw Richard going down steps and followed him around the side the house to where the feeding platform is in the front yard.

The rabbits here have a wide assortment of natural food to eat and are in no danger of starving. I think it is more like if you had to choose between a plate of carrot sticks and celery on the left and a bag of Doritos (or Cheetos, or Chex Mix, or… you get the idea) on the right.

In the meantime, it seems the cost of “everything” is going up and up. Last summer we stocked up on black oil sunflower seeds, at about $18 a sack, and wild bird seed. We still have plenty of wild bird seed but were coming to the bottom of the barrel of sunflower seeds and so I stopped by the feed store to pick up another 50-lb sack.

How much was the sunflower seeds? He wants to know.

$30 with tax.

$(#@%*!. Are you kidding me?

Nope.

We had a discussion about whether we are going to continue to feed birds (and rabbits) because of the increase in the cost and have decided we will. I guess we will buy 1 sack at a time and hope the price comes down. If what is happening with sunflower seeds follows the pattern of other commodities, I have a feeling that the price is not going to come down very much. The woman at the feed store says it's because people who stayed home during the pandemic started feeding birds and so sunflower seeds are in short supply.