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Six Baltimore Orioles stopping by for a brief time on their way to northern breeding grounds.
Put out oranges and grape jelly the first time you see one… then sit back and enjoy the bright orange show.
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It isn’t often we see a Pileated woodpecker at Casa River…
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But this big guy flew in the other day and had a nosh on the suet nugget cage.
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Pileateds usually stay in the woods and rarely venture into our wide open back yard.
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Good thing I had my phone camera handy.
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It’s that time of year.
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Red wing blackbirds, starlings and grackles swoop in and empty our feeders in no time flat.
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I can’t keep up.
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And aside from eating every last seed and crumb of suet I put out in record time…?
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They drive Lord Dudley Mountcatten absolutely nuts.
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Furniture shopping continues and my snarky friends are still being helpful. Their latest suggestion?
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Well, it is green.
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The dark eyed Junco is a small bird of the sparrow family that we never see until the snow flies. They’re always the first to appear after a storm and we’re not the only ones looking….
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten keeps a close eye as well.
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Well, that’s rude.
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Trim work has started on the bedroom windows which means the man cave has once again been taken over….
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And reeks of wood stain and polyurethane.
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It’s odd how sometimes you read a passage in a book and it just gets you. This choked me up the other day. I hope it’s true….
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Sign seen at a local restaurant.
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Still here, still reporting on the absurd.
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Kudos to the wedding photographer who caught the exact moment. That’s money well spent.
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Mom voice.
Once heard, never forgotten.
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I’ve had friends with allergies who were allergic to things that are hard to avoid…. grass, dust, animal dander… but being allergic to yourself? Hard to avoid that trigger.
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In my experience using a shot glass makes everything easier.
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Oh, sure.
That too.
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This is the best thing I’ve seen all week.
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Have you ever seen something that was simply too perfect?
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Okay, so it’s not a pear tree. But a partridge on your Christmas wreath is pretty damn close.
We had one of those beauties on our front lawn a few years ago.
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I had no idea what it was and had to look him up in my bird watchers bible.
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Native to the Middle East and southern Asia, the Chukar was brought as a game bird to North America, where it has thrived in some arid regions of the west. From late summer to early spring, Chukars travel in coveys, but they may be hard to see as they range through the brush of steep desert canyons. They become more conspicuous in spring, when the harsh cackling chuk chuk chukar of the territorial males echoes from the rocky cliffs.
They’re noisy little devils and if you’ve ever heard one… you’re not apt to forget it.
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You tend to attract more than sparrows.
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And while I think this is a Coopers Hawk…
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I know he’s looking for a nice fat juicy dove for breakfast.
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It’s never easy to watch, but he has to eat too.
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And birds of prey are such glorious graceful creatures…
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Warning: disturbing avian photo to follow, but trust me… no birds were harmed in the making of this blog.
If you remember, our contractor had just laid rubber protective tape over the framing of our back deck.
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I can’t say I examined it too closely after he told us it would protect the boards from water damage. I figured he knew what he was doing…
Until yesterday when I heard something strange out back and went to investigate.
What I found was a small sparrow hanging on the board, with one wing stuck to the tape. It’s little bird companions were tweeting and pecking and trying in vain to free it. I didn’t take a picture, I didn’t have time. I just wanted to save the poor thing.
Which I did, and it flew away happily.
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Although with a few less feathers attached.
Feeling pleased with myself for saving the small fellow I went back in the house, until I heard something strange out back an hour later.
Another bird was caught in the tape.
I saved that one as well and hoped that was the end of it.
Nope.
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Bird number three… who I did take a quick picture of before I scooped him up and freed him. This one bit me for my trouble.
Not wanting to continue the sparrow torture sessions, I grabbed a knife and made small cuts in the tape so it would lay down flat around the upright posts.
Thankfully no more feathered friends were trapped after that.
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We have a plethora of birds who visit our feeders.
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Flocks of starlings that devour suet and peanut nuggets in mere hours.
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We have cardinals and gold finches and rose breasted grosbeaks, orioles and sparrows and mourning doves.
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We also have a duck.
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A female mallard to be more precise, who comes early morning and late afternoon.
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I often wonder what the other birds think of her.
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And if they wonder why her bath is on the ground.
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It’s hard being a woodchuck.
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And if it’s not bad enough you have to battle your siblings for the daily buffet…
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Now you have to fight off a squadron of starlings when you’re trying to steal the fox food.
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Lots of little beaks make short work of the pile.
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Life is tough.
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