Okay, so the internet was down, but that wouldn't stop me from taking pictures, and the whole gang of porch parrots (Evening Grosbeaks to those of you who haven't been initiated into the club) has descended on the feeders to issue imperative demands for black-oil seed. "Churp! Churp! Feed me! I'm hungry!" And so it begins. I will be making many trips to the seed store over the next five or six months in order to supply these beautiful birds with their favorite food. If it came down to dinner for me or seed for the porchies, the porchies would win, simply because they give me so much more pleasure than food could ever do.
365Caws is now in its 14th year of publication, and was originally intended to end after 365 days. It has sometimes been difficult for me to find new material, particularly during the winter months, but now as I enter my own twilight years, I cannot guarantee that I will be able to provide daily posts. It is my hope that along the way I may have inspired someone to a greater curiosity about the natural world. If so, I can rest, content in the knowledge that my work here has been done.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Parrot Party
Okay, so the internet was down, but that wouldn't stop me from taking pictures, and the whole gang of porch parrots (Evening Grosbeaks to those of you who haven't been initiated into the club) has descended on the feeders to issue imperative demands for black-oil seed. "Churp! Churp! Feed me! I'm hungry!" And so it begins. I will be making many trips to the seed store over the next five or six months in order to supply these beautiful birds with their favorite food. If it came down to dinner for me or seed for the porchies, the porchies would win, simply because they give me so much more pleasure than food could ever do.
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