I had to repair the cross wire, then hung the big feeder a bit higher than before (but probably still not high enough.) And considering the feeders now need to be taken down every night, I’m using a forked stick instead of the step ladder.
The same morning, thirty feet closer to the house. Notice his disdain for the barbecue grill.
Unknown critter near the front door two weeks earlier, neither bear nor boar?
Exciting, but no. I didn’t recognize it at first: it’s our own dog Lucy, being led by my almost invisible self.
Gareth showing the cedar waxwing, and identifying the downy woodpecker behind me (which had been watching me refill the birdfeeder earlier today, not six feet away).
The wildlife camera took a thousand pictures over three weeks in June. We were looking for shots of the deer eating the snowball flowers. Only just noticed this one. Red-shouldered hawk? Hawks have often nested in our tall trees and we hear their screaming regularly, but don’t as often see them clearly, or near the ground.
We’ve been watching this same thing from our own breakfast/lunch window. Photo by Gareth, saying “I put some dried worms in the window tray this morning and within minutes the Bluebirds were there. This is with the window open and me five feet away.”
First grosbeak seen at our house in a year or more. And he kept feeding long enough for me to go and get the camera.
But I’ve been here at least a half-hour!
Turkey vulture drying his wings in the sun after a wet night, snapped with cell phone during my Hyperion Saturday morning run through University of Mary Washington.
Male cardinal, tufted titmouse, getting the bluebirds’ mealworms.
