Good Memories?

It didn't take very long for the usual suspects to line up at the peanut butter bar. I slopped some of the tasty stuff on the peanut butter feeder Saturday morning and by lunchtime I found both nuthatches and chickadees coming away with morsels. Blessed now with a choice of peanuts or peanut butter, I am sure these characters are in a delirium. For my part I am wondering if they found the stuff quickly out of cleverness, or if a memory was imprinted that was quickly renewed. We all know the stories of the milk bottles and bushtits in England and how the news gets around in the bird world. Perhaps some of this was in play here: a little experience, and a little insider tip. And cleverness. I'm glad to see it all worked out so well.