Life before chickens was simple. All I had to do was scatter grain on the ground, and the birds would visit. When the chickens arrived, they would not get a chance to eat the grain unmolested. And so I needed alternatives.
Our lovely apricot tree provided the solution. It is aging now, and dying in parts. THe trunk is almost completely hollow, and I began to put grain into the hollow of the larger branches, and also scatter a little along the craggy trunk.
It seems to have worked.
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| Sparrows cluster to eat a roll of dough |
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| White-cheeked bulbuls wait for their turn |
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| A slaty tree-pie eating rice |
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