I just got done talking about how the birds in my garden no longer perk my interest other than keeping them well fed. It got me thinking that many of those birds are taken for granted and not given the respect they might deserve. Imagine a birder not knowing or caring of your name calling you a Little Brown Job. How insulting if you are a sparrow, finch or wren when they use it so dismissively. Just one of the “wish you were something better” crowd.
The birds (and birders) are out there in the rain, sleet, snow, dry hot summers, all that nature throws their way. The birders prefer not to spend their time in crappy weather to identify small, plain birds that they have likely seen countless times before. Rodney Dangerfield would say “The birds get no respect,” and he would be right.
Besides sparrows, the finches are a common backyard bird, living and breeding beyond my back door. I admit like the birders, I pine for something rarely seen, but these little birds have cute personalities too.
Maybe not as flashy or impressive, maybe never have a sports team named in their honor like their bigger relatives, and just maybe overlooked more times than not, they are a faithful bunch. They never miss a feeding and are quick to let me know when the feeder is empty.
One rainy evening I was watching them getting the last seed of the evening before hitting the shrubs for the night. It was getting dark, yet there they sat in the rain. Not me, I am not that dedicated a birder to get a cold evening shower for a photo.
But it did get me thinking that birders refer to these finches as Little Brown Jobs.
If I was one of these common little birds, I would take up a protest. At least the Sparrows got stuff cooking. The High Sparrows are a pretty important bunch, I hear, plus World Sparrow Day just passed.
Now if only the finches and wrens get organized.