I'm sitting here on the back porch this morning, watching two big woodpeckers running the table at the bird seed spot. A dozen little brown birds are waiting on the outskirts, and when the woodpeckers leave, they rush in to eat until the bullies come back for seconds. The nuthatch and chickadee do "touch and go" maneuvers and get their meals to go. The bluejay came and ran errrrrbody off. And now the bird food spot is empty, for there's a hawk circling above the trees. I suppose this would be a good breakfast place for him, too, if he had the airspace to swoop in.
I've got two hours to kill this morning before a scheduled phone call, then I have to go pick up my grocery order. Middle-of-the-day obligations screw up the whole day.
Have a look at this redbird I whittled yesterday out of a Polonia limb from my yard:
See that ragged spot on his head? That's a hole. It goes all the way through the stick. I intend to whittle a couple more birds - maybe a bluejay (which will essentially be the same bird, only blue) and a chickadee- and string them up, like windchimes, on a stick. PRE-DRILLED HOLES!
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