Maybe I’m reading too much into the looks on my feathered friends faces, but this bird looks a little startled. The cardinal from the previous post looked taken by surprise and I’m beginning to wonder if they don’t approve of my hairstyle…or lack thereof.
I’m going to start keeping a journal of their facial expressions and act accordingly if I find high levels of anxiety exhibited. By acting accordingly I mean, I may have to start wearing a bag over my head. I can’t bear the thought of scaring one of them to death.
Here’s your warm and fuzzy for the day!
From the moment this squirrel found the birdseed, you could tell it was LOVE. You can even see the squirrel kissing the bird feeder, such a romantic.
Being in love and winning over the one you love isn’t always possible. This squirrel tried and tried to get some acknowledgement from the birdseed but it wouldn’t even throw it a crumb.
Eventually, things deteriorated as these things do. The love the squirrel had for the seed diminished through frustration and all that was left was some half-hearted screaming.
Somehow I managed to focus and noticed the arrival of a goldfinch…as it turned out the bird on the branch was…the mother and the incoming bird was one of it’s “babies”.
Soon two more “babies” arrived and one exhibited wing flapping behavior…usually this is a little one begging mom for food.
Sure enough…mom produced a tasty morsel and popped it into the little mouth.
One of the other babies jumped in and asked mom to open wide, hoping for a nibble.
There’s always someone who isn’t willing to patiently wait, to say the least. I think sitting on mom’s tail feathers is a really pushy move.
So there you have it…a mom teaching her babies where food can be found, while at the same time, continuing to feed them until they can do it for themselves.
My given name’s Sophia,
And I wouldn’t wanna be ‘ya
Cause I’m happy as a clam
Just being who I am.
I’ve got a cozy little burrow
And a friend who’s NOT a squirrel.
So there’s nothing that I need
Well…perhaps some fruit and seed
And on reflection I say, “know what?”
I would accept a donut.