"So you're telling me that they fly right into your hand and I STILL don't get one for lunch?"
By dinner-time, all is quiet again under the sumacs.
At five o'clock each evening, the mourning doves arrive for food and water near the old pump. I watch them from the kitchen window and am always amazed at the accuracy of their timing.
Then after dinner the crows fly in to clean up everything that is left in the feeders and has fallen to the ground below.
Those comical black bandits.
I added a new finch feeder for the fall and the chickadees are loving it.
And in case you are wondering, Simon is doing fine and jam-packing his pantry with seeds and nuts for the winter ahead.
He often sits right at his front door to say "Howdy!"
The latest addition to the woodlot; an arbor.
I'm looking forward to planting flowering vines to cover this pretty addition.
I hope you all had a fun long-weekend.
Here's one of my chickadees.