Enjoying my quiet time on the deck a recent afternoon, just enjoying watching the birds in and on the feeders
The finches, Purple Finches I think, were quite happy having an undisturbed meal. Which is how I like my meals – undisturbed. Actually, I prefer my meals prepared and served to me. I also prefer to ride in a chariot, but there is what I prefer and what real life is all about.
My eyes spied the White-Crowned Sparrows on the ground, picking up the seed that was kicked out by other, larger birds. I suspect the Jays are the guilty parties there, as I have watched them kick around in the seed until they find a morsel that pleases them. How rude, to be kicking food that will be eaten by others! Suddenly, something else caught my eye – an eye, peering up over the edge of the slope!
There he is! Mr. (or Ms?) Gray Squirrel. We don’t see many of these in our yard, I suspect because both girls consider them fair game for a chase. And because Husband has been known to let his evil side out to dissuade them from visiting. We’ll not tell about this visitor, and the girls are sleeping quite soundly at my feet. Keep silent, oh Squirrel.
Let me take a closer look – is it worth the effort? I dunno. Another way in which the squirrel and I are similar – if I must get my own food, it needs to be very simple. Easy. Not a lot of work. One eats because one’s stomach says one must. Unless it’s chocolate, it’s not a matter of true enjoyment. Husband disagrees with me here.
Getting even closer – hmmm. Doesn’t look terribly inviting. The blackbirds are beginning migration, and in spring and fall – during the blackbird migration – my hanging feeder is filled with safflower seed because it is not a dish the blackbird are especially fond of. The good stuff, the stuff they prefer – as does the squirrel – is in the tray feeder only. The little birds have to have a place they can eat, without being bullied by blackbirds. Or squirrels. So the tray feeder gets seed with sunflower seed mixed in, but apparently it is a bit low now. Which means the squirrel is forced to get a bit creative.
He’s made up his mind – up is the way to go. The old lady that lives here is not offering anything worthwhile. But one day soon, I will, Gray Squirrel. And I’ll not tell Husband you visit, so you will come back another afternoon, won’t you?
He left without answering!