It was interesting but a lesson was learned: doing this might seem innocent enough, and one may have good intentions. But a bird that flies into an apartment can easily find themselves in an unsafe situation. At the beginning it worked fine - the feeders hung right by the window, so blue tits would come in, take their peanut, and fly away without issue. But eventually the much bolder young starlings arrived. One of them flew into the apartment and then stood by a different window that was closed. Upon realizing that the window was closed, the starling became nervous and flew around nervously, pooping indoors and getting into a dangerous situation. Luckily they didn’t get hurt, and they found an open window and flew away. But I stopped encouraging birds to get in at all.
I am sorry to say I am tearing up laughing at your tale. The bird was okay and likely learned from his experience, though.
Reminds me of when I was a kid and blue tits nested in our mural mailbox. My brother and I, being kids, would open the mailbox door (inside the house) to peek at the babies. Anyway. Have you ever tried to catch an irate and terrified blue tit mama while she’s frantically flying in a 2x2m hallway, so you can put her back in a large rectangular hole in the wall, this at one in the morning, while praying your mother won’t wake up? Because I have.
Anyway. Have you ever tried to catch an irate and terrified blue tit mama while she’s frantically flying in a 2x2m hallway, so you can put her back in a large rectangular hole in the wall, this at one in the morning, while praying your mother won’t wake up? Because I have.
Weeeelll…
It was interesting but a lesson was learned: doing this might seem innocent enough, and one may have good intentions. But a bird that flies into an apartment can easily find themselves in an unsafe situation. At the beginning it worked fine - the feeders hung right by the window, so blue tits would come in, take their peanut, and fly away without issue. But eventually the much bolder young starlings arrived. One of them flew into the apartment and then stood by a different window that was closed. Upon realizing that the window was closed, the starling became nervous and flew around nervously, pooping indoors and getting into a dangerous situation. Luckily they didn’t get hurt, and they found an open window and flew away. But I stopped encouraging birds to get in at all.
I am sorry to say I am tearing up laughing at your tale. The bird was okay and likely learned from his experience, though.
Reminds me of when I was a kid and blue tits nested in our mural mailbox. My brother and I, being kids, would open the mailbox door (inside the house) to peek at the babies. Anyway. Have you ever tried to catch an irate and terrified blue tit mama while she’s frantically flying in a 2x2m hallway, so you can put her back in a large rectangular hole in the wall, this at one in the morning, while praying your mother won’t wake up? Because I have.
Oh no! 😸