There was a pre-spring bird convention of Mourning Doves, Cardinals, House Finches, Starlings, Goldfinches, Pine Siskins, Carolina Chickadees, Tufted Titmice, House Sparrows, Dark-eyed Juncos, White-throated Sparrows, Song Sparrows, Carolina Wrens, Downy Woodpecker, Cedar Waxwings, and a lone Red-winged Blackbird. All together at 4:15 p.m. I looked to the sky and wondered if they had heard of a humongous storm approaching. Did I miss the forecast?
I’ve shown Eastern Bluebirds on this blog a hundred times. They’re everywhere except at my house, until this week. Well, they flew by a few times and enjoyed a bath on the pond two years ago…
Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy.
if she’d ever push herself away from the table…
"Dang. The lady can EAT!"
I don’t know how long I can continue to guard Zick dough and peanuts after I fill the feeders and cups. Starlings and House Sparrows fly in to jab, fight, and squawk before I turn my back. I have great pleasure in seeing Starlings soar towards the suet and make an abrupt U-turn at first sight of me. My awful “aaaack!” voice scares the poop out of them while all other birds continue to go about their business like I wasn’t even there.
Gee, I hope they stay.