The Sonia Show

Writer. Mocker. Beer drinker. Old movie watcher. Mother. Goober.

This place is for the birds


Yeah, so, I’m a little obsessed with my bird feeder.

It’s kind of a secret, so don’t tell anyone. It’s just between us. Cool?

When we moved to Glen Park two years ago, my mother bought me a hummingbird feeder. So smitten by the sight of hummingbirds outside my kitchen window, I got a bird feeder, because – as everyone knows – a hummingbird feeder is just a gateway bird feeder.

The bird feeder is hanging outside our living room window, and I love to admire our view of San Francisco and watch the birds fight over food. It amuses me to no end. The Spawn digs it, too. Homer? Not so much, but the birds have gotten used to Homer. He barks, and they ignore him.

If the bird feeder is empty, I feel terrible, like the birds will starve without it, and I fill it up right away. Basically, the birds are my pets now. And we get a TON of birds – mainly finches and doves. Oh, and these birds are pigs. I fill up that bird feeder, and it’s empty the next day.

Sometimes there will be 15 to 20 birds outside our window, jockeying for position. It’s like a scene out of “The Birds” outside our window.

I debated getting another bird feeder, but David said that’s bordering on crazy bird lady territory. He said I could get a bird bath, so … FYI: My birthday is coming up, and bird bath, you guys.

So anyway, the other day, my mom was here babysitting Calvin. She said the birds were all gathered around the feeder, squabbling over the seed as usual and then – all of sudden – there was a mass exodus. They all flew away in one swoop. She looked out the window, and she saw this:


“Hey, where did everybody go?”

That’s a hawk, you guys!

I’ve seen him hanging out on the neighbor’s roof, but he’s never gotten so close before. Mad props to my mom for being able to snap a photo.

I guess the hawk has decided that our bird feeder is a great place to pick up chicks, and by “pick up chicks,” I mean, pick up our finches with his talons and a treat himself to a tasty morsel.

For the rest of day, the birds stayed away. I was a little worried they wouldn’t come back, but I guess our bird seed is really good, because they are back.


A bird at the feeder is worth three on the deck railing.

The line to eat at our bird feeder is starting to rival Flour + Water in San Francisco. I’m sure Michael Bauer from the Chronicle will be here soon to review it.


Author: The Sonia Show

I'm a writer/podcaster/mother/goober in San Francisco who likes to drink beer, shop, laugh and make other people laugh, watch old movies, feed my unhealthy obsession with pop culture, kick breast cancer's ass, go on adventures with my mighty, mighty good man David and my awesome autistic son, Calvin, wear orange and root for the San Francisco Giants, participate in general jackass-ery, talk about TV, eavesdrop on strangers' conversations, make nerdy “Star Wars” and “Simpsons” references, and post personal things about myself on the web for all to read, which makes me some sort of literary exhibitionist.

4 thoughts on “This place is for the birds

  1. Reminds me of the Parrots of Telegraph Hill, which also features a surprise hawk appearance or two. =)

  2. I hope you get a shot of the hawk grabbing some dinner. That would be AWESOME!

  3. Aww, I miss my bird feeder! My dad had a bird feeder in our backyard for several years and I loved watching all the different birds. But it also attracted squirrels, and they ate my mom’s flowers, so one day my mom yanked the bird feeder out of the ground in a fit of fury and threw it in the garbage. And we haven’t been able to get a new one since! 😦

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