The spring blackbirds are all back, Brown-headed Cowbirds, Common Grackles, and Red-winged Blackbirds....the sky just rings with their calls. Yesterday was such a great day for getting out and seeing what was happening that I opened the Sitting Porch and went out there to....well....to sit....
It was great! Warm, breezy, birdy... I was training the binoculars on the river, while snatching glances at the flyway over the Horse Pasture, watching for blackbirds and checking out ducks and geese.
Plop, something landed just to my left. There were pigeons on the steeple, I figured that they had been eating well.
Plop! Plop!
Dang! Whatchu been eatin' Botat?
It kept happening. I kept watching the river.
Finally a faint giggling reached my ears.
Far from overfed pigeons, the culprit was the guy above, throwing little snowballs to get my attention. He wanted to see if I wanted to ride down to the river to see what might be down there. I did. We did. Nothing stirring....but wow, that was a really huge pigeon! Not to mention an awful wise guy.
" . . . the flyway over the Horse Pasture . ."
ReplyDeleteSigh. Read it aloud . . . " the flyway over the Horse Pasture."
Lucky Ducky :)
That fella in the picture sure must be a lot of fun. Still a kid at heart.
Cathy, we are lucky in the bird aspect of things. That sitting porch is one of my favorite places in the world. Now that spring migration is getting underway no telling what will be seen from there. And he is. He got such a laugh at me thinking he was a great big pigeon
ReplyDeleteIt's nice to have our mates now in our old age...they understand us to the core as we do them!!
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