- Aug 22, 2013
This morning about a half dozen of our girls were waiting patiently at our back door for some sort of handout. I was getting ready to compost some over-ripe grapes, so I just tossed the fruit out on the lawn. After a frantic scramble, each of them marched away proudly with a green grape in her beak. Of course the others heard the ruckus and soon came for their fair share of the booty.