Here's what happens when you garden. Birds come. So do butterflies and slugs, good things, bad things. But birds! We've added more bird feeders this spring, and a society of winged ones has alighted. An aviary has developed, and heading into the garden to harvest or plant becomes, well, a distraction. On a greens harvesting mission today, I skirted an island of finches perched on a tomato cage and had to run back to fetch my camera. It seems that feminism is at work with our finches.
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Here the female is in a subservient position, |
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She's moved up in the world, but several males have left. |
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Here three more males have joined the group, and it appears the female is giving a lecture!
You go, girl! |
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