He came. He hung around. He stared at me. I took pictures of him. He wanted something else to eat. We are — until Chewy delivers (tomorrow I hope) — completely out of birdseed.
Sadly, I didn’t have any goodies for him. He seemed to be calling to another bird. Another catbird? Or was he telling the rest of the bird world that the endless feast has run dry?
We have recently been besieged by hungry catbirds, but I rather like them. They are pretty, friendly, non-aggressive and have that nifty mullet hairdo. And they aren’t skittish, so I can usually get them in focus — a rare moment with wild birds.