Showing posts with label Backyard birds. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Backyard birds. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Timing is Everything

If it hadn't been for the granola that I'd been putting off making...
If it hadn't been that we forgot to buy all the ingredients for it on Monday when we were at the store...
If it hadn't been that we'd been dawdling Tuesday morning before we finally headed back to the store to buy almonds, cashews, pumpkin seeds, maple syrup, sesame, and oats...
We would have been home to see whatever took place on the bird feeder to leave it looking like this.
We think a very large hawk slammed a band-tailed pigeon about as hard as it could be slammed. It left a single feather. We missed the whole thing. To say we are glad that we didn't see this attack would be an understatement.I corresponded most of Tuesday evening with Dawn of the Vulture Cafe. She looked at the photos and tried to help me solve the mystery. Was this really a band-tailed pigeon kill? Did the bird get hit on the feeder, or on the ground and then carried up to the feeder? What size hawk could carry a large pigeon off? Dawn sent us a link to a fantastic site for identifying feathers. She also wrote: Ok no more leaving when a raptor is busy killing your feeder birds.

She's right, of course. It's hard to take our eyes off this yard. There's always something going on, but still this time we were glad we didn't see this particular moment. Timing is everything.

I updated the post to show what the Band-tailed pigeon flock looks like on the feeder. Photo taken Wednesday morning. That's about half the flock, the other half was on the ground.

Friday, March 7, 2008

All In a Day

We've been having a bit of the blues and the blahs. Roger tweaked his back doing some heavy-duty yard work on Tuesday. A twist in a direction that a few muscles and joints just did not want to go. He's been down since, alternating between ice and heat. I'm sure he won't mind me saying, when he is up and walking around, he's stooped over like an old man. He's not grumbling, and that's a good thing. He says he's starting to feel a bit better. Yay!
Then came Thursday. Suddenly, we had a wild parade through the yard: Golden-crowned sparrows; American Robins; Douglas Squirrel; California Quail; Mallard Ducks.
They all arrived on one day, and joined the hearty crew that had been hanging out around the feeder, the dark-eyed juncoes, pine siskins, spotted towhees, red-winged blackbirds; house finches, and stellar's jays. The yard became our wild, trusted companion again. It yielded birdsongs to break our hearts, and old friends we had missed for winter.
We filled the feeder the other day with No-Mess Northwest mix from Wild Birds Unlimited. Our timing couldn't have been better.
Everyone seemed very happy. Ah, home for now.