Oliver’s eye looks a little scary enlarged like this…trust me, it’s a LOT scarier when his eye starts blinking and then closes halfway. I’ve learned that this ocular behavior is a sign that I’m about to be stalked. My solution to such a situation…I start talking to Oliver as if something very exciting is about to happen. If lying to him doesn’t work, I tell him over and over in a very high voice, what a good boy he is. More lying.
This mourning dove has the right idea. Resting between feedings is a must and I make sure to do that myself each and every day.
My resting place of choice is slightly different than the mourning dove’s. I prefer something soft,something that doesn’t have pointy needles. I always choose maple trees. Their leaves are far more comfy and apparently you can get syrup out of them.
I wonder how the deer feel when spring arrives,the trees unfurl their leaves and suddenly they have fresh, fresh, fresh food?
This buck worked it’s way into the Phlox and honeysuckle bushes, it later told me it was trying to find the most nutrient dense leaves and complained that mother nature had stocked them “way at the back of the ‘shelves.'” I don’t know why he was complaining, he was tall and he had a longer neck than I do…if that was my food source, I would starve to death because of my short neck…no way could I reach that high.
I would love to have a little bird like this come and sit in my hand. It probably doesn’t weigh a thing…or else it weighs A LOT!