Getting grub

The above is a fair representation of the state of my brain just now. Scattered.

Since the demise of my former computer, I seem to be moving at a snail’s pace. Not that I was actually galloping around before.

This morning Grant went off on a mission to assemble a rodent-repellent kit and having not found what he needed at the hardware store, he asked if I’d like to “get away” for a bit in the loaner car.

Maybe I should have thrown up my hands and said “to hell with it”, but I declined, not wanting to get even further behind.

Gradually, I am adjusting to the new system and eventually, hopefully, I will find it less cumbersome and time-consuming. I am not entirely happy with the photo-editing system, but I don’t need anything terribly sophisticated and I doubt there is an “intermediate” program available to the likes of me. Oh well.

Here we are only at Wednesday and already two good things have happened this week.

Monday morning a doe turned up with her fawn.

We were spoiled last year when two fawns frolicked under the apple tree, but I never take such visits for granted.

Recent storms brought down a lot of apples which deer love.

The lone doe that visits is very keen.

Now that the apples are full-sized, Grant collects them and cuts them up into manageable bits.

No doubt the deer will issue a recommendation.

Another frequent visitor keeps its ears perked

…and twisting in all directions…

“Is that the dinner gong?”

“Our” bunnies seem not interested in the carrot we supply daily. Possibly our rotund little friends don’t believe in sharing.

“Now don’t be spreading false information!”

“We are quite willing to share but we’re not sitting around all day waiting for bunnies to turn up.”

“Our bedtime will be here soon and we have a lot of weight to gain by then. Just keep the carrots coming!”

“Um, thanks, by the way.”

(“She’ll accuse us of being ungrateful next!”)

The other good thing is that Peanut came by late yesterday. When we hadn’t seen her for ten days we began to fear the worst.

Then late one night I turned on the outdoor light and saw her on the patio.

Of course, there is no way of being sure it’s the same fox. We’re not totally daft (though I sometimes wonder).

But we were very pleased to see “her” in daylight again.

Naturally, I took pictures yesterday, so we might be able to compare the images.

If I ever get caught up enough to download them.

The feeders as always, keep us entertained.

Pigeons are not what you would call shy birds but this morning, they seemed a little intimidated by the occupant of the seed tray.

“I say! Do you think we dare risk a beak?”

“Are you speaking to me?

“Come on, Percy! A little support here!”

“That’s better. See, room for us all.”

“No! Not you Sparrow!”

“Go make your own arrangements!”

What was that crack?”

You get to decide who to share with?”

“Says who?”

“Oh come on, Petula.”

“We don’t want any unpleasantness.”

“Fine. Stick around if you don’t mind being insulted.”

“I’m off.”

“Now that they’ve all decamped…”

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Having lost face on Monday, yesterday the flock was back:

Or maybe this was the “A-team”.

With an entirely different approach.

They did a couple of fly-by’s to establish the availability of breakfast and then they made their landing, firmly.

Ghost and Zoomer had been sharing a nibble.

“What was that?” asked Ghost, hearing the rush of wings.

While not shy, pigeons avoid encounters…

“Second tray over here! This way squadron!”

The neat formation degenerated .

“Hm. I’d better keep an eye on them.”

“Do you think he’ll attack?”

“No. I say let’s go for it!”

“Dirty pool! Ganging up on a chap in the middle of his breakfast!”

It turned into a total scrum.

Every beak for itself.

“Hey! Take your tail feathers out of my face!”

“I can’t believe my own kind are so uncouth!”

Then….

“Wow!”

“Where are you off to in such a flurry?”

“Something I said?”

“No mate. It’s was little ol’ me!”

“It appears I make them nervous!”

“Good. Well hang about, will you!”

Zoomer moves so fast, all they see is a flashing orange streak and they don’t stay to find out whether or not it means trouble.

Pigeons are brash but not foolhardy.

Ghost was happy to resume his meal in companionable company.

5 thoughts on “Getting grub

  1. I am surprised to see all the pigeons sharing around one tray. Our wood pigeons are very territorial, and will fight and flap constantly until only the strongest one is left to eat his/her fill of seed. But if the skinny squirrel arrives, the ‘brave’ pigeon flies away.
    Best wishes, Pete.

  2. How wonderful to have deers (and foxes and rabbits) in your backyard! It was quite busy at the breakfast tray this morning – do you think that’s maybe a hint for more plates?

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