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Theme Thursday today, and leaving the post again to the last minute has me striving to think outside the BOX.

This is a - hopefully - moody little photograph of what I believe is Earth's most unpopular bird feeder. We have no cats, no dogs, plenty of birds about, lots of healthy and nutritious bird seed, and a beautiful BOX feeder right there waiting to be visited; but not one. None. Zero. Keiner. Neviens. Absolutamente ninguna!
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Megan said…
Well, it's pretty spooky.
8 April 2010 at 15:13
Julie said…
Hah, long time between visits.

Maybe it only attracts budgies and, as we both know, they have all been smuggled.
8 April 2010 at 18:00
Baino said…
Erm are you putting any food in the feeder? Is it near a tree? Surely if you put a bit of smelly fish in there at least the seagulls will yell "Moine"!
8 April 2010 at 18:33
Brian Miller said…
maybe they dont like the brand of bird seed?
8 April 2010 at 19:44
Roddy said…
I will be honest with you. Of all the bird houses your mother and I have ever put up, I can't ever remember seeing a bird in any of them. Perhaps the birds around here aren't the homely types.
8 April 2010 at 20:19
tony said…
BEWARE OF HIGH FLYING BIRDS!
8 April 2010 at 20:44
Tom said…
the haunted bird house! or perhaps the birds are frightened off by highly spirited youngsters!
9 April 2010 at 09:33
PattiKen said…
A conundrum. I must admit, I find the feeder a bit spooky, so...

Cool photo!
11 April 2010 at 02:14
Dreamhaven said…
So strange. Maybe the birds in your area have to have it all natural,lol
11 April 2010 at 10:25
Kris McCracken said…
Too many natural wonders about, I think. Thanks all.
18 April 2010 at 16:15
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