Festy the cat was chattering at the front door this morning. Found these goobers engulfed in yesterday's dog food delivery. Yeah, should have brought it in. Festy hangs out on the porch with them, so she is no help at all.
Maybe the red landing area is HOT.
We took another break for the feeder. I took the trash out this morning, and Stumpers was tweeting at me from the tree. So I gave in and filled it again.
He gets to be loose-pig or desk-pig quite a bit. Pigs can move. Lift and run. He's checking out if he can get under the sofa. The footrest was down, so no luck.
I think this is Elvis, son of Stumpers, sporting the molt look. Does he have no shame? I wonder if birds ever get the mange, and lose all their feathers?
s. cville. they are sort of an undervalued purdy burd. they seem to do ok with the sparrows, but we have once again taken down the feeder due to a NEW crop of danger baby sparrows. they mob the feeder and attack each other. bad ones.
I do love the alleys in S. Clintonville.
Ok, I know they are not turtle doves. what even is a turtle dove? A nonchalant appearance from the lower deck. S. Cville.
Walking back after my morning exercise attempt in S. Clintonville. This happens on the way back some days. In the alley, a bun is sitting there; I say hi, then it escorts me up the alley. A harbinger, herald, portent? Very sweet. Or is it? I know; he has nowhere to go. But he does, despite all the barricade fences (could have kept the Huns out [what are these people doing in their backyards that needs to remain hidden?]) and garages. Plenty of holes and gaps. I'm sticking with Harbinger of Bun as the reason. Always have a good day after this.
He showed up about 20 minutes after I refilled the feeder after the week break. He's chill, no crestview on Crestview. S. Clintonville. The baby sparrows are less of a problem than they were before the weeklong takedown. They seemed to figure out there are other places to get food than this one feeder.
Ours have always gone in the sink. If they relieve themselves, right down the drain. PS: on the side without the garbage disposal.
Our feeder is down for a week or two to discourage the swarm of terrible baby sparrows who monopolized the feeder. In the meantime, last Nov. 10, right before a snowstorm, a bevy (4?) of bluebirds passed through and stopped at the feeder. We have seen them before in the neighbor's yard but not often. And S. Cville - South Clintonville. Not South Crooksville. That's not even a thing.
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Lookit those ear-holes. This is one of Stumpers' offspring. He had a few stray head feathers sticking out a few weeks ago. All of a sudden, he's nearly bald. I was thinking about wigs for birds after recently seeing the parrot wig trend.
Have de-seeded the feeder. The baby sparrows, a gang of 5, have terrorized the feeder, and everyone else is sick of it. So a week without seeds will (hopefully) get them to seek food elsewhere and stop being such jack-asses.
I put grapes out on the lower deck here and that seems to make the robins happy. Still, gotta get some seed.
Bar snacks, freebies, aperitivo, botanas, tapitas, pintxos.
Bad babies.
Reminds me of that bit in Pee Wee's Big Adventure: he's hitchhiking and can't get a ride and falls asleep in the road.
The baby sparrows took about 2 days to learn to be a nuisance at the feeder.
He's been working on a local utility pole. Stops by to get a snack to build back up his stamina. Then back to the pole. Neb: An ancient Germanic and Old English term meaning to peck or pinch with a bird's beak or snout.