My poor little birds.  First, we ran out of bird feed and we watched as bird after bird stopped by to eat only to be disappointed.  Then, Trojan made it a game to boldly charge after any feathered creature that landed in her territory.  Now, the mower has scattered them for good.

Fear not little aviators because food has arrived.  My little blue birds are going to be so happy.  Now, if we could only switch off their chirping until a later hour (5:00 am is a bit much).  And I thought my dad and his early mowing was bad as a child!