Often there are so many birds — sparrows, mostly — in the bushes that the rustling of their flitting about sounds like a much larger animal rattling about in there. It can sound downright alarming if you don’t see them. Then I look up through the branches of my little viburnum, and there they are in the wild rose bush. All those rose hips, but do the sparrows eat them? Noooo. They’re waiting on me to fill the bird feeders. And so is the woodpecker. And the cardinals. And the chickadees. And don’t forget the squirrels.
The things we do for the wildlife.
Writing Every Day 
Looks like they have you well domesticated…
True, that.