Who's in charge?

I never thought that feeding the birds could be their idea and not mine.

Well, not until last week when I began to suspect that they have all colluded to guilt me into feeding them.

First, they congregate on the porch and fence and stare at me through the window.

If that doesn't work--or if they see me in the kitchen for any  reason--the finches fly past the window to get my attention.

The little flashes of yellow certainly get your attention.

Then they all wait on the fence until I open the window to throw out some seeds. Of course, they fly off, except for Freddie, and usually come back before I close the window.

I have to wonder if I'm being manipulated...