We do it for the birds.

We had a mediocre frozen meal for dinner last night.

Chicken Alfredo -
Prep time: 1 minute to put in the oven.

I was planning to have hot dogs and beans but that would have been too labor intensive and I’d have spent too much time in the kitchen. There were other urgent issues that needed my attention.

The birds needed food. As you can see, I’m one of those Choosy Mothers who Choose Jif.

A double batch of Zick Dough and 16 cups of Hummingbird Nectar –
Prep time: 2 hours and 15 minutes from start to clean-up. Add 10 minutes at the grocery store.

It was my pleasure to eat slop and cook bird cuisine.

The hummingbird migration maps aren’t very promising for our arrival date of March 31 but it’s been suggested to fill the feeders this weekend. I will! And I’ll keep replacing the nectar every other day as if they were here.

Hey, they’re worth it. My backyard birds have been busy lately and show up when they’re exhausted to rest, refuel, and quench their thirst.

Love is in the air.

Even my problem bird is worth it. We are getting along quite nicely. He stares me down at 5:00 p.m. until he gets what he wants.

I give in and tell him to save some worms for the Carolina Wrens.

As long as the Starlings take care of the grubs in my yard, what the heck. I'm done with the squabbles. Have some dough. I still startle them whenever I can.

Can you see his eye? It’s been a challenge for me to photograph a Red-winged Blackbird’s eye. Oh, I’m just so complex :o/


With a post hole digger in the back seat of my car, I arrived at work this morning to accomplish erecting four Bluebird nesting boxes on our wildlife habitat. We might be a little late getting the job done, but they are available now, properly baffled and quite nice! I wasn’t the digger, but I did a good job of being the holder of the level, screws, and measuring tape until I saw a male Downy at the base of a tree.

Thrusting my equipment into someone else’s capable hands, I excused my excited self for a few minutes. Others were probably thinking, “Oh, there she goes again…”

He didn’t seem to mind me or the activity around him. His quick spiraling towards the top of the tree, sometimes in reverse, made me dizzy and caused my camera to whine and choke. Arrrrrgh.

A pause. Thank you.

But let’s not focus all of our attention on the more elaborate, colorful birds. Give praise to the peaceful and faithful LBJs, too.


Sweet.