The last two winters have been harsh, to put it mildly. My wife, being kind, tries to help the wild birds through the winter with bird food. Noticing how expensive that was, last year I tried growing black oil sunflowers, one of those expensive ingredients.
The crop turned out well, and my thought was to harvest and dry entire heads. It seemed to me that giving the birds a little work for their free supper wasn’t cruel at all. It would build character. And it would stretch a buck.
But the project was a bust. I strung the sunflower heads up in the barn, covered by some breathable agribon to keep the chipmunks and mice away. But in a month they were all moldy.
Never say die though, eh? I’m back at it again this year. And this year it’s onward and upward. I brought all of the heads into the house and arranged them on a card table in the front room. My wife gave a doubtful glance, but I didn’t receive counter-orders, so now they’re sitting where I can keep a good eye on them, safe from prying buck teeth.
But now I’m thinking that if it works, the wild birdies might have to share some with their domesticated neighbors. Sharing builds character too.