These feeders have to be refilled about every other day.
The more or less steady rain has kept me off the bike for a few days, sad to say. Keeping the backyard bird feeders filled is not strictly a necessity, but it’s something to do.
Here’s how it goes:
There is of course news and commentary to come. How can we help it?
So may this little interlude be a chance to relax and take it easy for a minute or so during this holiday season, before everybody plunges into the main event. (hh)
I love wild birds, but they’re so messy. They would scatter food everywhere and poop on anything they could sit on. I stopped feeding seeds and suet and now just have a few hummingbird feeders. The little buggers get used to you and pretty soon just hoover around me when I’m filling or hanging their feeders. They seem either playful or territorial with each other.
I just bought 2 more really nice bird houses! I have had a large Flicker box up, and some teeny tiny Chickadees seem to be the ones that nest there. I am blessed with the visit of a Great Horned Owl who enjoys a huge pin oak very early in the morning. I can hear his call, and sometimes another owl in the distance gives some hoots back. That is my 2:30am special time.
C
Hummybirds are cute, but arrogant.
A few addresses ago, we had a feeder outside our dining room window. Moved ut up to a 4place feeder to reduce the “fights”.
Was late setting rhe feeder after winter a few times. Picture a tiny thing “stamping'” in your face pissing. Just chuckled and put the feeder out.
And, a chance to sit with the ghosts of Christmas’ past,
“Always on Christmas night there was music. An uncle played the fiddle, a cousin sang “Cherry Ripe,” and another uncle sang “Drake’s Drum.” It was very warm in the little house. Auntie Hannah, who had got on to the parsnip wine, sang a song about Bleeding Hearts and Death, and then another in which she said her heart was like a Bird’s Nest; and then everybody laughed again; and then I went to bed. Looking through my bedroom window, out into the moonlight and the unending smoke-colored snow, I could see the lights in the windows of all the other houses on our hill and hear the music rising from them up the long, steady falling night. I turned the gas down, I got into bed. I said some words to the close and holy darkness, and then I slept.”
-Dylan Thomas