Okay, technically…. outside the house.
But I spotted a few of these beauties the other day…
And realized it was time to get the Baltimore Oriole feeder out.
20 minutes later…. after tearing the utility (read – I don’t know where else to put all this crap) closet apart, I remembered a raccoon had broken last year’s feeder trying to drink the nectar and I never replaced it.
May in Maine means Orioles.
It also means there’s not a feeder to be had within 500 miles. We northerners are starved for color after a long white winter and take our bird feeding seriously.
Jeff Bezos to the rescue.
Good thing I don’t use Alexa.
2 days later Amazon Prime came through with an interesting new triple threat feeder.
A flat dish for nectar.
Spikes for holding orange halves.
And 4 reservoirs for grape jelly.
I’d never done the jelly before, but Holy Hell! They love it.
Welch’s….
Giving birds diabetes since 1923.
