It looked so much like a word bubble, I had to write something! Grant showed me how to do it.
American robins are giants compared to the tiny British ones you see on Christmas cards. Our little juncos remind me of those sweet birds. Except juncos are white breasted.
The robins seem to be avoiding us this year. Could be because we’ve only had the grass cut once. When that happens, they come looking for worms.
Happily, we now have a pair of crows that seem to have accepted us. They feed in front of the kitchen window, with the rest and don’t fly off the moment they see us.
Jo even tolerates being photographed.
They are both called “Jo” (Joe and Josephine) because we can’t tell who’s who. I wonder if they will bring their fledglings up to see us. Then maybe we will have a proper Murder.
(Actually, there was a real one up here, some 20 years ago. Very nasty too. )
This very un-exciting picture is to prove that we finally actually saw two towhees at the same time. We always felt bad that our towhee was all alone.
Back in Washington, we had a lot of towhees. Though I don’t have favourites, I am always pleased to see Mr T.
The Grosbeaks seem to have been busy elsewhere lately but Mr G showed up this morning for a seed or two.
Mrs is probably home with the kids.
Relying on her hubby for nourishment.
We have two types of nuthatch:
Not quite so tiny white-breasted nuthatch. They spend a lot of time upside down.
Last year it took me forever to catch a shot of this bird. Mr Titmouse. Now I often see two on the feeder.
They are so neat. They call “Peter Peter!”
Woodpeckers: Hairy, red-bellied and downy
Then there’s this splendid chap. The Northern flicker. He’s a woodpecker but spends most of his time up here feasting out among the grasses.
He has a red top knot, not very visible here.
That day his feathers were in a fluster.
Our most ubiquitous bird this year, the brown-headed cowbird.
Now that Little Red spends so much time in the feeder, these guys have a hard time getting a turn.
Grant moved the feeders yesterday because the grey squirrels finally figured out how to get into them. With their weight, we feared the feeders would come crashing down.
Little Red had no difficulty jumping the extra distance and Grant thinks the greys will work it out too, so he wants to move the feeders again, except there’s nowhere to move them to.
Mr and Mrs Cowbird . This morning I gaily told Grant there were cowboys on the feeder. Roy and Ginger?
Another magnificent bird. The Thrasher.
Endlessly busy catching bugs and “things.”
Sometimes we’ll catch a flash of yellow
The American goldfinch
Mourning doves. Even they chase each other around at times, but they are mostly sweet, obliging little birds and they are special friends. I love their gentle cooing.
Lots of little brown friends…sparrows….of many kinds…
Not to forget the handsome Mr and Mrs Cardinal…
…and this late returner!
There are others I haven’t mentioned, that we see often, grackles and starlings and of course the blue jay. Then there are the hawks and the geese and the herons. More, I am sure….
A friend of my mother was terrified of birds. She may not have been happy here!