Until recently I squirted hand sanitizer with abandon, washed groceries with diluted bleach, and created a bubble of friends who adhered to the same strict “Covid Avoidance Behaviors” as I did. Now I wash my hands thoroughly (with sanitizer as backup), produce is washed (but the frozen pizza boxes are immediately popped in the freezer),… Continue reading Up in the Air About Filling Birdfeeders in Illinois
The other day I watched several YouTube videos (I can waste time with the best of them.) about feeding wild birds by hand. Wild fluff balls zipped in and paused on open hands of ordinary people – not a Disney princess in the bunch. In the first video a young woman cross-country skied a mile… Continue reading A Bird Not In The Hand
The juncos and chickadees had a few choice words for me when they visited the empty bird feeders. However, it was the forlorn flight of the downy woodpecker and the release from my surgeon to bear full weight on my healing foot that motivated me to tighten the Velcro on my surgical boot and venture… Continue reading My Brief Attraction to the Downy Woodpecker’s Suet
No, this isn’t a tall tale based upon the imaginative CLOUDY WITH A CHANCE OF MEATBALLS by Judi Barret. It’s a short post about a weather report appearing on TV a few days ago. The MinuteCast graph on the AccuWeather app indicated fair weather, making travel to visit my son and his family an easy… Continue reading Fish Rain
As an avid birder and a member of the Backyard Birdwatcher Facebook Group, a heated discussion regarding cowbirds arose. (By heated I mean an increase in the amount of exclamation marks employed when conveying opinions in comments. That’s about as heated as we mild-mannered backyard birders get.) Brown headed cowbirds rank high on the nuisance… Continue reading If Brown Headed Cowbirds Could Drive
A Few Choice Words By Anita 