Saturday it started snowing. It continues to snow, on and off today. The poor birds are not happy. Especially with me, for running out of bird seed.
Yet I don’t feel guilty enough to go out and buy seed, not when it’s snowing. Besides, the local hardware store where I buy seed is closed on Sunday. It’s 30 miles beyond that for, just about anything. I’m not complaining about that mind you, but I can hear the birds bitchin’.
There’s a seed bell—which the birds have ignored for a month—covered with birds. So it’s not as though they’re starving. Besides, many neighbors feed the birds. Heck, Berta would give me seed if I felt like schlepping over through the wind to get it. Tomorrow is another day.
I am lulled by the usual customers—sparrows, juncos, jays, cardinals, doves, finches, quail and towhees—moving in and out like waves on a shore, in the open then hiding in brush, the ebb and flow without seeming (to me) pattern.
Either Cooper’s or Sharp-shinned Hawk
So when I finally noticed this new arrival, I was more surprised than the rest of the flock.
Update on changes: This is day 12 of No Smoking. Still liking the new droidx phone. And my status has returned to single.