After last weekend and the many festivities, I was happy to have a weekend to myself before the next vacation sets in. I spent about three hours sunning my body on a rotisserie at the Raven, before the weather decided I'd had enough, so it was back to the Casa to relax. The rest I have spent back in my Disney princess mode baking, dancing and watching all the woodland creatures. I baked some blueberry turnovers yesterday from the pints of blueberries I got from market...yielded 6 large ones...turn overs that is!!! One left, I sure hope I can wear those square cuts after this. ho's helping me work those off? So how about some gratuitous bird shots?
The yellow finches are going nuts with food in this weather lately. I may have to start a Go Fund me to feed these birds!!!!
The Nuthatch is always a clown of a bird.
One of my favorites of summer are Grey Catbirds.
Catbirds do indeed make a 'meow' that sounds impressively like an unhappy cat, but they can also mimic other birds and animals in their impressive song repertoire, much like their Mockingbird and Thrasher relatives. Their usual song of long lovely tunes are my favorite though. Catbirds are considered omnivores, but they eat varied and diverse things as cheese, bread, milk, mushrooms, fried fish, and peanuts. Fruit and berries constitute some of their favorite foods and are a sure way to attract them.Grey Catbirds have strong mothering instincts after they are born, and have been known to adopt and take care of the babies of other types of birds that have been orphaned. I also find they are very "people curious". They have landed on the sill to feed before I even get the screen back in and I'm standing there in the opened window.
I'm up to six blue Jays now...the babies all grown.
Menacing looking right?
Little House Sparrow
Mother woodpecker feeding her young. She has two that visit the sill still
The doves cooing is usually what I wake to in the mornings.
Compilating life no doubt
If you look close enough, one can spy Bouvier taking an afternoon snooze on a branch. This was after his morning offering.
And this is either his mate or a baby..not sure. I don't recalling seeing any illicit activity in the tree!
After all these years, when I open the door in the morning, Bouvier hears the noise, runs down the tree and take the nuts from me and eats them, or will forge them in the ground for later. It's cute. And I'm very particular who I share my nuts with.