I have a bunch of blue jays in my yard and they are the funniest birds. They will come down to the feeder and all the other birds (chickadees, cardinals, titmice) will all scatter. The only one who won't is the red-bellied woodpecker. And if a dove is in the feeder the blue jay just flies on by.
Yeah, "a hell of a racket" sorta covers my view of birds this year. See, I open the door and let the air move around the house a little in the mornings or evenings (when the wind doesn't blow the rain directly through the screen and into the front room) and that's always worked fine. This year however, I've picked up a pair of mockingbirds who get on the porch right outside the door, look in, and I think make loud rude comments at and about me.
Maybe they're just complaining about the quality or quantity of the birdseed, but the look of evil in their beady little eyes makes me think that they're just picking on me.
All good fun, I guess. After we trade insults for a bit, I tell them to ..um...fly away, and they always do. But they won't leave until I tell them to.
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I have a bunch of blue jays in my yard and they are the funniest birds. They will come down to the feeder and all the other birds (chickadees, cardinals, titmice) will all scatter. The only one who won't is the red-bellied woodpecker. And if a dove is in the feeder the blue jay just flies on by.
This morning they were making a hell of a racket.
Yeah, "a hell of a racket" sorta covers my view of birds this year. See, I open the door and let the air move around the house a little in the mornings or evenings (when the wind doesn't blow the rain directly through the screen and into the front room) and that's always worked fine. This year however, I've picked up a pair of mockingbirds who get on the porch right outside the door, look in, and I think make loud rude comments at and about me.
Maybe they're just complaining about the quality or quantity of the birdseed, but the look of evil in their beady little eyes makes me think that they're just picking on me.
All good fun, I guess. After we trade insults for a bit, I tell them to ..um...fly away, and they always do. But they won't leave until I tell them to.
And I wanted brightly colored song birds. (sigh)
WELL MANERED brightly colored song birds.