We have a smart and resourceful bird living in our yard ... and he's teaching others. This photo (a bit enlarged) shows a perky cardinal who shows up at least once every afternoon on our front porch at the farm. Let me set the scene for you.
We feed our barn cat, Blackie, once a day. Meow Mix kibble and water are in two bowls set below the near left side column on the front porch, directly in front of the entry door. Just beside that sit our two porch chairs, between the front walk and the front door.
Those of you who are not cat owners may not know that cats are what biologists call 'obligate carnivores.' That means they have to eat meat and almost exclusively meat (they do eat the stomach contents of their prey and occasionally grass, catnip, etc). Cat food has much more protein in it than dog food does (for example). As you may remember from grade school nature lessons, cardinals are short-beaked birds and eat bugs as well as seeds. Bugs equals protein equals meat, yes? :)
So, this male cardinal has figured out that he can eat the cat's kibble and drink the cat's water WHEN the cat is away (actually, Blackie appears to be a coward and runs from other cats, even, though she is a pretty good hunter; who knows if she would go after the bird?:). He comes fluttering onto the far porch supporting post, looks for the cat (and any motion from me), then proceeds to help himself to the goodies. :)
At first it was just him but today his mate (I assume - a female cardinal) came, too, and they took turns raiding the larder and helping themselves to fresh water. I managed to sit still enough for them to overlook me (the cat dish is barely a yard from my chair) so I got a photo of the thievery in progress.
This petite larceny happened after my brother Kevin and I got back from a car trip to Gallipolis to get my Dart checked out. Turns out that one of the four spark plugs in the engine is not firing - hence the stuttering hesitation in the engine. Now this car was made in 2013, so not so old. But, the dealer did not have any of the right kind of plugs in stock. I can only assume they did not sell many Darts locally. :( I have to go back on Wednesday afternoon to get the correct plugs installed. Phoey! It's an hour's drive there (and an hour back; sigh).
We managed to have a nice 'sit down' lunch at Bob Evans. The original farm is nearby in Rio Grande, Ohio - which we passed on the way to the dealership - Kevin tells me the locals say 'Reye-oh Grand' instead of 'Ree-O Grand' as I learned in Texas. :)
I cooked real dinner, too, today ... and it was hot (at 92F) ... so now I'm doing most of nothing and reading a book.