Someone came for just a bit this morning. It was a VERY short visit, it saw me and ZOOM, the squirrel ran back to the woods.
I promise I did nothing to discourage it from spending time outside the window. I may have to put on a squirrel costume in order to reassure the poor thing that squirrels are welcome here.
I only caught part of this bird conversation, but I heard enough to know all I needed to know.
The bluejay merely asked the woodpecker not to plop it’s entire body down on the food, to consider that others would be eating from that spot after it left.
I hate to tell you this, but there are some birds that can be a little selfish. It takes a strong bird to confront one of these types and to endure the self-righteous scolding that these greedy ones feel entitled to give.
I will attempt to be as brave as the bluejay and ask you all not to prostrate yourself on food that is meant to serve more than one person. Feel free to follow my lead and instruct your friends and family on proper etiquette.( This advice holds true whether in a home setting or restaurant setting.)
IS THIS BIRD CUTE OR WHAT!?
This is a tufted titmouse coming in for a landing. Look at that streamlined “Master of flight.”
This made me speculate on what would happen if I tried to propel myself off of a tree branch, keeping my arms pressed tightly against my body. In order to be a totally legit experiment, I would have to land on the ground with precision…it would be against the rules to use my hands in any way. Even if I started to fall, I wouldn’t be allowed to put my hands out to catch myself…birds can’t use their wings to break a fall.
Now I’m speculating on whether or not I’d break my nose when I fell flat on my face. I might get away with cuts and bruises, miracles happen every day.
Now I’m inclined to leave the gymnastics to the birds…I don’t have any bandages in the house and….I’m a coward.
A picture of a squirrel is long overdue, don’t you agree?
I don’t get many squirrels now that we’ve built the new house. I’m wondering if the fact that the backyard is nothing but big clumps and “clods” of dirt, has something to do with it.
I suppose it feels a little like they enter a new and alien land when they try to scamper across the bumpy surface. Scampering has to be MUCH harder than before.
This spring the yard will be smoothed out and grass will be planted, so maybe they’ll start coming to visit again. I’m not sure why this one braved the alien terrain, but it only came once. Maybe it got blisters on it’s little feet from the difficult journey and they refused to come back. Feet are like that.
I feel the need to put a disclaimer in my blog today. Many, many times I make comments or statements on this blog that are intended as humor. I’m not very good at it, but I like to try. I like whimsy and looking at things from a different perspective, so please assume that I missed my mark if something seems negative, I’m just having fun.