Bird watching

Outside my window, and not too far away, is an old camping table upon which is a bird food container that I fill with seed every day. As I write there are two robins out there. Both have their feathers fluffed up against the cold and neither is taking any food. Although there is more than enough for them both, they are more interested in fighting, each wishing to drive the other from the territory. They are genetically programmed to defend that which they feel to be theirs.
While they fight, a blackbird has taken the chance to stock up. She sits in the container and picks over the bits that she likes, throwing the rest out and onto the ground. She seems undaunted by the scrapping and stops now and then just to look at me. As I am clearly no threat, she continues to toss out the bulk of the food and sparrows are happily picking up the remnants from the frozen soil.
Inevitably the pigeons will arrive. They are not at all fussy and once there will sit in the feeder and consume as much as their crops will take and then shit in the food for good measure.
Each species behaves in a different way and it strikes me that humans, although one species, behave rather like the birds. Perhaps we too are programmed to behave, some of us like the robin and others like the blackbird and the pigeon. It would seem that the bankers that we have all taken for granted for so long, have eaten most of the food and relieved themselves quite heavily in what remains while we sparrows peck around in the mud hoping to make ends meet. In the meantime, the middle eastern Robins continue to fight while the really important pillars of society and civilization are vanishing.

(Sorry this is really naff but I had nothing else to say!)