wordsfromanneli

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Late for Dinner

My reward for going outside to sweep off the back deck was to see the pileated woodpecker fly in and land on the nearest tree. I hurried inside to get my camera thinking the same thought I always have at a time like that — Should I stand here and enjoy the sight of the bird, or should I maybe miss out and have him fly away while I go get my camera. I took a chance that he’d still be there, but I was in a hurry to snap any photo I could get. Haste makes waste, they say, and sure enough, the photos were not as sharp and clear as if I’d taken the time to take a good steady picture.

But he does look like he’s about to fly away any second, doesn’t he?

 

And he did. Right over to the birdfeeders where all was empty. I was running late with  the refilling of the feeders and now I would pay for it by having the woodpecker fly away. He looks shocked at the empty cage where the suet block is usually kept. I don’t think he’s crazy about the seeds, but he must have wondered why I hadn’t replaced the suet.

As he wondered what to do, he noticed the truck tire so close to the birdfeeders.

“Yikes! It’s the invasion of the human truck drivers. Looks awfully close to the feeder. Maybe he won’t see me if I stay hidden behind this post.”

Seeing his dilemma, I brought out more suet and more birdseed as soon as the coast was clear. He had already left, but I’m sure he’ll be back.


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Lincoln Guards his Lunch

It’s snowing furiously and the wind has made a mess of the yard, littering it with fir branches.

It’s cold enough to freeze the hummingbird feeders. I alternate between two of them, thawing one in a jug of warm water while the other is available to the birds.

The squirrels, Lincoln and Della, have been getting walnuts (partially shelled) and sunflower seeds. But now the jays have discovered the goodies in the woodshed and are giving the squirrels competition.

The video below is about a minute long. I took it from inside the house through the window. The snow is blurring the scene as much as my dirty dining room window is, but I didn’t want to miss the show. It’s not Oscar quality, but it might be mildly entertaining to watch as Lincoln defends his lunch.


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Help Yourself

This spring, a friend gave me some started sunflowers to plant in my garden. I had never had success with them, mainly because the wind often knocked them down as soon as they got more than a couple of feet tall.  This time I planted them by the fence and tied the young plants to it as they grew.

Now they are taller than I am and besides making me happy whenever I look at them, they are making the birds in my yard happy.

I had been feeling guilty about not refilling the feeder this summer, but I hadn’t wanted to attract hawks (as I’ve done other years) and inadvertently killing the very birds I wanted to feed. I decided I could always fill the feeders when the weather got cooler and food became scarce.

But the nuthatches had other ideas. They’re used to helping themselves and somehow they knew that the sunflower seeds were ready to eat.

I had a very hard time getting any pictures of them because they are so fast, but here are a couple of photos that are not as blurry as the 40+ others that I deleted.

You may have to search for the little guys. They blend right in with the greens and grays of the garden.

It gives me a headache just looking at them hanging onto the stems upside down. When was the last time you sat upside down to eat?

I guess the Captain will have to do without his toasted, salted sunflower seeds, unless he buys them in the store.


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Young Cooper

This young Cooper’s hawk came to my birdfeeder. I apologize for the number of photos, but he had so much to say.

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How rude of them to all leave the second I arrive on the roof of the feeder. They’ve got my feathers ruffled now! I have as much right to be at the birdfeeder as anyone else. After all, I plan to feed on birds. Isn’t that what a birdfeeder is for?

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It’s hard to find friends when you’re a bird of prey. I’m not even good at catching birds for my supper yet, being just a youngster.

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I have a better view from here. And I think … yes … a few of those delicious finches are returning.

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Eyes front! Play it cool. Pretend you don’t see them.

Oh no. Wouldn't you know it? My mom is calling. Should I stay or go?

Oh no. Wouldn’t you know it? What a time for my mom to be calling. Should I stay or go?

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Meanwhile the birds took off again. Darned dogs running around scaring off my meals. Can’t you just sit still for a while?

Another night of going to bed without supper.

Another night of going to bed without supper.

But just you wait until I get my claws into you tomorrow.

But just you wait until I get my claws into you tomorrow.

I'll pretend I'm not looking. That usually works.

I’ll pretend I’m not looking. That usually works.

I might have to settle for that mouse down there.

Or … I might have to settle for that mouse down there.

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Don’t judge me for hanging around the birdfeeder! What did you think? I gotta eat!