Friends, with all the sadness in our world today... wars... shootings of innocents, whether adult or child... we need to focus on the good as much as we can.
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There is a woodpecker hanging on to the bottom of the feeder... do you see him?
You can see him a little better there.
Their color is so brilliant.
My friends, don't laugh.
I had a rose-breasted grosbeak for about three days.
That is he, with his black/white back to you at the feeder.
I never got a front-on picture of him! I SAW him going back and forth as I did chores, but just could not get a picture.
By the way, I am no longer feeding the expensive bird mix I fed the last ten years, I just could not sustain it. I am buying a Sam's Club Member's Mark mix, it is mostly sunflower, but what I am finding is that the birds are eating almost every single bit of it, there is little wastage. Sam's was out one day and I bought a bag somewhere else... it was almost 50% wastage. I stocked up at Sam's, and will continue to do so. I don't replenish during the day, except if I check in late afternoon and there is nothing left, I will put a partial scoop out because the cardinals feed so late.
The raccoons are getting nothing but some spilled shells, and... I notice there are not near as many coming.
Ben, my yard helper the last two years, is working for me one more summer. He has earned an academic scholarship to the University of Arizona, and will be leaving in August to pursue studies in genetics. He is going to rebuild this platform feeder that Keith built ten or twelve years ago, giving it a hardware cloth bottom and sturdier frame, as it is now crumbling. I am so glad for Ben, but also, sorry to see him go.
I looked out the window to see Coco in the planter last night. She has wanted in so badly, so about an hour later, I caught her and put her in a carrier and brought her in. Coco came from a feral colony, and for some reason, Zoey, who likes all the cats, even Jack Flash, does not like Coco. I put her in my office where there is food, water and a litter box. She spent the night in there, and about an hour ago, I took her outside, once I was sure Jack Flash was gone. He hates her, you see, and has wounded her back. I have been putting medicine on her and will get her to the vet this week if it does not scab over well. I can see her walking back and forth on the deck right now, as I look out the door.
We are expecting strong storms tomorrow afternoon, and she will be coming in again for a while to be safe. Wanda prefers the hen houses, Teenie stays in the shop, and there is a dog house on the porch out of the wind and rain for Jack.
Cleo is living over in the wild area across the road again, as far as I can see.
There are two peripheral cats, Lilly and an unnamed gray tabby (who was on the porch this morning), but they usually eat in the garage.
They live under Troy's storage building.