Although I appreciate the Doves — they are our major “clean up” birds — they have got to be the dullest birds in the wood. They stake out a claim on a branch and just sit there.
Occasionally, they turn their heads right or left. Every now and then, they lift a wing and stick their head under it.
Mostly, they sit. Like big, brown cushions, they relax on a thick branch which is their version of a recliner, I think. They seem to be waiting for something, but I have no idea what it might be.
Sometimes, they look at each other. Usually, they just stare vacantly ahead. The good news is that they are pretty big and if you can find the right setting (on MY camera it’s “Setting” as primary), they make a pretty picture.
But they don’t do anything but sit on that branch and stare.
I didn’t take pictures today. When I was ready to shoot, the birds were off in the boughs of trees. Sleeping, I presume. They probably had a later dinner, but I was tired and I have a lot of pictures already taken. This is a sort of “best of birds” from the past week.
So today, just pictures. Tomorrow is a feeder filling day. Which may mean I can shoot — or not. It depends on how terrified they are when we fill the feeder. Thursday I’ve got my cardiologist and that’s just outside of Boston so I won’t be doing much that day.
And we are supposedly getting snow Friday and Saturday. So we’ll so how the rest of the week goes.
The bird feeder was almost empty today. Although I haven’t been seeing lots of birds, the feeder has been emptying steadily and fast. I think they eat more food in the winter. They need more calories to keep warm. Our birds are quite fat, so I think we’re doing a good job.
Garry agreed to help me fill the feeder. I can do it alone, but it’s a lot easier with help, though it’s even easier when the help is the tall son.
The problem is, the moment we went out to add food to the feeder, the birds flew away and didn’t come back. They’ll be back tomorrow. It’s going to be close to zero tomorrow and they will be hungry.
I feel by now they should get it — that we are not going to eat them. We are the feeders, not the eaters. It probably didn’t help that The Duke came out to help us with the feeding. He actually might eat them.
The Duke is not committed to saving the wildlife. As far as he is concerned, all those little, feathered flyers are snack-food.
I am taking fewer pictures because I think my hard drive is filling up with feathers. I’m aiming for interesting pictures rather than sheer volume. But all bets are off when the woodpeckers come around. I totally lose control.
The birds don’t like the very cold weather and except for a brief flurry late in the day, I saw them occasionally dart to the feeder, then fly off, seeds in mouths.
They must have special hideouts for the super cold weather.
I did take a few pictures. I missed the best one of the day when one of the Juncos was sitting right on top of the stone toad who guards the sundial, but I got a couple of birds near him. A Junco, on the stand next to the toad and a Warbler on the rail. And, of course, the unstoppable Nuthatches.
They are a very photogenic bird and unlike other birds, they tend to hang on the feeder long enough for me to press the shutter.
This feeder was full to the top on Sunday evening, so even if I’m not getting the pictures, they are eating!
It’s not time to refill the feeder until Sunday, so I hope they can make it! I notice they’ve picked out all their favorite bits. All the black oil Sunflower seeds are gone and what’s left are the little bits. Well, I have a whole new batch of the high-octane birdseed waiting. Gotta keep the birds healthy.
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