I was tardy in sorting a fresh shipment of 6,000 mealworms into containers. They sat in the extra fridge in the guest studio. For thirty-six hours, the birds looked in the bowls, confused that there were no live mealworms. They had to make do with suet cakes, suet balls, sunflower seeds, millet, Nyjer, safflower seeds, and butter bark—meaning, nobody should feel sorry for them.
