Beak Marks in the Butter

Guilty

Guilty

Having butter at the perfect room temperature consistency when I make my morning toast is something that makes me happy. There’s a very short period of the year when it’s possible to leave butter out of the fridge – autumn is just right. It’s not so hot that it goes rancid and runny, and not so cold that it’s un-spreadable.

Two weeks ago I left the butter out overnight and experienced the joy of perfect morning toast butter-ability. The kids were at school, the coffee was fresh, the marmalade was just tangy enough. Heaven.

Short-lived Heaven. Two Cape Robins living in the hedge outside the kitchen door have developed an addiction to my butter. They are in the kitchen at any opportunity, beak-deep in the butter. It must be a fat craving developed for the upcoming winter. Now, I have to plan my toast ritual in a very unrestful way – shut the back door, put the butter out for 15 minutes, synchronise the coffee/toast timing, put the butter back, and open the door.

It never works – I get distracted by something and forget to put the butter back, or go outside and forget to close the door. I could live with the beak marks in the butter, but the poo on the side of the dish, that’s just rude.

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5 Responses to “Beak Marks in the Butter”


  1. 1 Lisa April 28, 2009 at 11:50 am

    Oh, the Power of the Toast Ritual!! Kinda cute, but got to agree about the rudeness of poo. Would a butter dish with lid not work? ANd for those other 50 or so weeks of the year, maybe try keeping the butter in a little cooler box instead of the fridge. Then again, it might just steal the aesthetic pleasure of just leaving it out.

    The lid idea is perfect! Glad you get the Toast Ritual – every now and again I think Weet-Bix or muesli might be healthier than butter and marmalade. But there are just some things worth a shorter life span.

  2. 2 shoreacres April 28, 2009 at 5:50 pm

    Some years ago when I was making my home on a 31 foot boat, there was a grackel that would come and eat toast with me in the morning. He wasn’t so rude as to beak the butter or leave unpleasant calling cards, but he was particular. Dry toast just didn’t make it, nor did toast with jam. He wanted it delicately browned, with just a skim of butter. And no margarine, please.

    It crosses my mind – the name of the American robin? Turdis migratorius. Really. The various pages claim the name comes from the Latin for “thrush”, but I wonder.

    LOL! Maybe there’s an ornithologist with a butter problem out there . . .

  3. 3 CheyAnne Sexton May 12, 2009 at 2:05 pm

    I too am a leaver of the butter dish outside the frigalator, cause cold butter just won’t do……
    peace n abundance
    CheyAnne

    Hi there CheyAnne. You are so right about cold butter – hard, crumbly and it breaks the toast up, just horrible. Love your pics of the Hummingbird. We have tiny little ones here, very intensely coloured with reds and greens – call them Birds of Paradise, Sunbirds, and the rather unromantic FlyCatchers.

  4. 5 wonk May 17, 2009 at 10:12 am

    Oh that’s charming isn’t it? You share your butter and their thanks is to leave you a poo-package, how rude! 😉


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