It's
been busy around the bird feeders lately. A couple of weeks ago, at
midnight, we had these visitors, very charming, but very destructive:
They pulled the feeder down, dismantled the pole, smashed the feeder,
and absconded with the foot-wide metal squirrel baffle, which is
nowhere to be found. Perhaps it's now a useful door for their warren,
or a fashion accessory for Mrs. Raccoon:
Incidentally, the raccoon on the right wasn't growling, merely chomping
on a mouthful of sunflower seeds while staring at me through the window
curiously.
Last week was the time for a meeker visitor, nibbling on various
grasses and plants for a half hour in the late afternoon while eying me
nervously, finally deciding I wasn't a threat:
Yesterday was beautifully sunny, and the grackles and redwinged
blackbirds, who always travel together and in packs, were hogging the
feeders, forcing the chickadees, juncos and sparrows to wait their
turn. I had a staring match with one of the grackles:
When they departed, the chipmunks timidly returned. In the late afternoon sun, I managed to snap this one having a late snack:
Happy spring, everyone. |
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