Mister and Missus have staked out my feeding station once again, and this morning arrived together for a breakfast of dog kibble steeped in bacon grease. Missus is the more cautious of the two, often remaining on the fence post to await the treats brought from the board by her bolder mate. Even so, the two of them often play hide-and-seek with me between the rails of the fence in an "I can see you but you can't see me" game. Their caution around me is minimal. They allow me to slide open the door and step out onto the back porch while they're feeding even if they see the camera in my hands. They only fly off if a glint of light sparkles off the lens, or if a Jay gives out a warning call.
This is the 15th year of continuous daily publication for 365Caws. All things considered, it's likely it will be the last year as it is becoming increasingly difficult for me to find interesting material. However, I hope that I may have inspired someone to a greater curiosity about the natural world with my natural history posts, or encouraged a novice weaver or needleworker. If so, I've done what I set out to do.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Missus In Winter
Mister and Missus have staked out my feeding station once again, and this morning arrived together for a breakfast of dog kibble steeped in bacon grease. Missus is the more cautious of the two, often remaining on the fence post to await the treats brought from the board by her bolder mate. Even so, the two of them often play hide-and-seek with me between the rails of the fence in an "I can see you but you can't see me" game. Their caution around me is minimal. They allow me to slide open the door and step out onto the back porch while they're feeding even if they see the camera in my hands. They only fly off if a glint of light sparkles off the lens, or if a Jay gives out a warning call.
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