Yard Birdin'

Yellow-rumped Warblys always make good yard birds!
I had to aim the camera straight up to get him, warbly neck already.

I had to stay home today to get "work" done around the house. As you may have guessed, I didn't get any done. After I ran a few errands and unloaded WRBLRZ, I heard this strange call in the back yard.

Laurie saw what she first thought was a Wood Thrush Friday, it turned out to be a Brown Thrasher! When they sing, they usually repeat everything twice...this was sounded REALLY odd. I was hearing things three and four times. And it wasn't just me, all the birds in the gardens were wondering what was up...

You'd look that crazy too if you were a Brown Thrasher thrashing!

And this explains why I heard so many repetitions!
There were TWO Thrashers thrashing.
The one on the left won in the end...

This is a very confused American Robin.
"What's up with that Thrasher?!"

Even the House Finches were perplexed.

The Northern Cardinal asked me to make them stop.
Though they aren't as noisy as my moron neighbor.

This is "Killer" the Song Sparrow.
He doesn't like any other Song Sparrow in our yard.
He also doesn't like all the racket from the Thrashers.

This Butt's for you...

Who else butt the Doodles would be happy to get 'tagged' by a bird?

To the Doodles, there is some unwelcome irony to the name of my blog...life is mysterious.

Without getting into any unwelcome detail, Laurie...oops, I mean the Doodles, had minor surgery Friday morning. Not to worry, everything is fine...for the most part. In time she will be back to normal...or at least as normal as can be expected.

Now that all of this is BEHIND her, we can laugh and joke about things...just don't talk about staples...

A proctologists eye view of a Baltimore Oriole...

...and the same view of an American Robin...

The evil eye from an American Black Duck
...don't talk about their butts, they don't like it!

An uncommon view of a Common Yellowthroat.
See the yellow throat?

This may be the House Finch that soiled the Doodles jacket!

Gotta have my Doodles with me!

Make sure you have regular check ups!
*This has been a Public Service Announcement...thank you.

Pogo and Pals...

This was one piggy 'possum!

He cleaned out the cracked corn on the "squirrel" feeder...almost as bad as the Starlings!

I hope somebody besides me remembers POGO! If you don't, click on his name! He was a possum that lived in a swamp in the bayou. We have one living in our swamp...though our swamp is rather snow covered at the moment, and cold, and above water, and no bugs...hmmm, I guess it's not really a swamp...anyway, we have a possum!

I spent everyday this past weekend clearing the drive and the sidewalk of snow, snow and more snow. I don't like snow. WILL IT NEVER END?!

Yes, the snow is up to the seat on our bench!

That's a two foot high fence with about a foot still showing, it's not supposed to snow this much here...where is spring?

During the storm, a Red-tailed Hawk stopped by for a break.

Of course his butt was facing me and he was in the very back of the gardens waiting for the snow to subside, and checking the menu...

"Squirrel I am" said:

I do not like this Hawk.

This Hawk I do not like.

I do not like his squawk.

I do not like his walk.

I do not like him, I can not like him, ack....

(The Hawk liked him...)

A Mourning Dove waiting to be "liked" by the local Cooper's Hawk.

Meanwhile back by the house where it's safe and quiet...
...a House Sparrow in the tangle of vines on our privacy fence.


A House Finch watching the snow fall (and waiting for me to fill the feeders!)

O Boy! The American Goldfinch is starting to get his bright feathers!

And of course, a snowy day wouldn't be complete without a Northern Cardinal from behind.

Think spring.

Breakfast with the birds...

Uh, excuse me, Jay...could you wipe your beak please? Thanks...

It was a little on the drizzly damp side, Sunday morn. Being the lazy slacker that I am(ask the Doodles), I thought I would sit around, eat breakfast and watch the birds and do not much else. I cleaned the ponds and the lawn and the gardens on Saturday, and now I am taking a day of rest. Not to mention the fact that I really can't move today...

Then I got bored. I may as well try to get a few feeder birds through the windows, that will kill some time. Plus there aren't any good cartoons on in the morning any more...

A clean pond is a happy pond!

All the little birdies, like this House Sparrow, line up to drink from the frog.

Maybe it reminds them of mommy spitting food up into their precious little gullets...ugh, I don't feel so hungry anymore...

There are a pair of Tufted Titmouses(Mice?) that take turns coming to the feeder, so polite.

I shot three frames in a row, two are of an empty feeder! Boy are they quick...

I put feed out for all of the birds, including the Cooper's Hawk.
Think about it...get it now?

Who's the precious little Goldfinch?
They hate it when you call them 'precious', they told me so.

This poor House Finch couldn't catch a break.

Every time he attempted to get to the feeder, the House Sparrows or the Mourning Doves would move in and take over.

I fastened these limbs to the feeder poles so there would be a waiting area...patience little buddy.

"What the heck is this?! I ordered Safflower seed not Black Oil!"

Pushy Northern Cardinals...sheesh...

Part of the clean up crew.

The White-throated Sparrows work the ground detail...

This is Bob Jr., or possibly Bob the third...or fourth, I've lost track.

His bushy tail makes a great umbrella.

Bad Chipmunk!

They think they're slick, hiding under the pond.

I'll get you my pretty,ah-hahahahaa!

I still haven't figured out why my computer crashed...hmmmm....