Tag Archives: birds

Hope springs eternal.

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These sparrows have it in for our poor cat and are seriously driving him crazy.

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All of a sudden there are flocks of them gathering on our back deck and Lord Dudley Mountcatten is positively beside himself with angst.

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He cackles, he cries, he paws at the window and howls to go outside.

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And then runs right to the bushes where they hide when I oblige.

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His Lordship is not a graceful feline and more often than not falls flat on his face.

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Unless he’s sticking it in the bush on purpose.

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He’s on a leash, but there’s not much walking going on.

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Those birds should be ashamed of themselves. Before long Dudley will be needing kitty Valium.

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Follow the birdies.

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We have a group of sparrows that live to tease Lord Dudley Mountcatten .

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They perch on the deck railing and patio furniture… driving him absolutely insane when he’s on the back of the couch.

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So when we go outside for walkies? His Lordship is primed to hunt.

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Not that he ever comes close mind you. Those birds are too smart and too fast.

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But we chase them from bush to bush around the house and hope springs eternal.

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They know he can’t catch them, and seem to take great pleasure in the game.

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That sparrow is smiling. I know it.

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You can’t really tell from the picture, but trust me.. he was airborne here.

By the time we make a full trip around the house? They’re back on the railing…. and laughing.

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Lord Dudley on the other hand…

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🤣

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Follow the leader.

The visiting pair of mallard ducks hasn’t been spotted at Casa River for a few weeks now… so I figured it was getting too dry and they’d moved on.

Until the other day when I was out mowing the front lawn and saw this:

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Momma duck and 13 babies!

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She sashayed across the lawn and headed right for the road … in front of an oncoming car which had me ditching the mower and running into the street waving my arms like a crazy person.

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She tried crossing three times and three times I had to stop traffic only to have her duck ( pun intended ) back on the lawn.

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Fourth time was vehicle free.

Momma and babies made it safely across.

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Critter news you can’t use.

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Being an animal lover, my eye is always drawn to stories and articles in which they feature.

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My girlfriend caught Covid in the first wave. It was a really bad time for her but thankfully she didn’t need to be hospitalized. She is however suffering many long Covid effects. Brain fog, hair thinning and worst of all … loss of taste and smell. It’s been almost two years and still nothing. She says the only flavor that breaks through is salt. Can you imagine only tasting salt for two years? I’m crossing my fingers for the hamsters.

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Shame I can’t talk the husband into it. He’s a pretty boy…

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This made my heart smile. Every store/business should adopt a shelter dog!

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A random chicken is loose in our town. I shall update the post if he struts by our house.

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I’m beginning to think she didn’t really want a tree…

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Eight years ago the flowering pear tree we’d planted by the bird feeders when we moved to this house died. My late mother, who loved nothing more than sitting on the deck watching our fine feathered friends, told me we needed to replace that tree because the birds missed it. Sadly, she passed two months later… and because she wanted me to make the decision what to do with her ashes, I laid part of her to rest with a beautiful tulip tree in that very spot.

Unfortunately the tree wasn’t hardy enough for the rugged Maine winters and croaked two years later. As did the flowering dogwood we planted after that and the Rose of Sharon after that. Two years ago when our neighbor gave us a few river birches to plant in front of the man cave/barn, we transplanted a flowering plum to my mother’s spot. It did well, for two years.

But now….

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There it goes.

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Undeterred and very determined to give my mother the tree she wanted… we went to an extremely expensive nursery where I paid an astronomical sum for a flowering crabapple.

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It was a beautiful specimen. Tall and bursting with good health.

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So in it went, with my mother.

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My fingers and toes are crossed this one makes it more than two years.

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Because if this one dies, I’m really going to wonder if my mother is trying to tell me something.

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An honorable bird.

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I read this article recently and had to smile.

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My husband still chases the wild turkeys who show up at our bird feeders, so rest assured I showed him this.

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If that doesn’t make him rethink his aversion, nothing will.

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If I lived closer to Arlington, I’d visit and thank this bird for her devotion. And maybe bring a treat or two.

❤️

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Sad animal facts.

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I’ve never understood why my calendar thinks the animals it features are sad. Weird and quirky beats cute and cuddly any day of the week in my book.

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Resting in clouds sounds pretty effing fabulous to me.

It’s the only bird that is known to intentionally enter into a cloud,” Weimerskirch says. And not just any cloud — a fluffy, white cumulus cloud. Over the ocean, these clouds tend to form in places where warm air rises from the sea surface. The birds hitch a ride on the updraft, all the way up to the top of the cloud.

A veritable frigate bird roller coaster.

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I’m giving this drawing an A- for likeness to the real thing.

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They’re a little off on the tail and overall color, but all things considered it’s pretty damn close.

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