It’s possible we are critter central for our little section of Massachusetts. Squirrels and chipmunks hang out on the steps to the deck, on the beams under the deck and in the tree overlooking the deck. The birds flutter nearby. All these creatures tell us they are nearing starvation even as their coats grow thick and glossy and their birdie bellies become perfectly rounded.
As soon as I finally chase the squirrels away — these days it takes Garry and me plus a snorting, occasionally barking Duke making a direct appearances at the fence and sometimes, the feeder — birds by the dozens fly in.
Three Blue Jays actually attacked a squirrel today. You gotta hand it to the squirrels. If three Blue Jays went after me, I’d run for the hills. This guy just kept eating. Blue Jays are big, strong birds with long beaks. That was one hard-headed squirrel.
I got pictures. I didn’t get all the birds because they are flying in or falling off the feeding in every direction, but I got some interesting ones. I certainly didn’t get all the squirrels. You might think all squirrels look alike, but they don’t. I think I’m going to have to start giving them names.
Blue Jays are grumpy, aggressive and rather large birds and this year they’ve decided this is the place to be. They have arrived, a blue-feathered air wing.
Today there were as many as five or six lined up on the fence rail. Once I saw two of them on the feeder, but one pecked the other, and then there was one.