A guest post today from my mother -- in Bend. A bit of avian poetry.
Tonight, I have a blue jay -- or is it a California jay? -- eating in the back yard. I have three bird feeders hanging on the fence. The jay eats on the ground.
At about this time of evening the quail come and they too are ground eaters. In the morning and evening the smaller birds fly in for breakfast and dinner.
The other evening I looked out and there were over thirty back birds on the ground. There were more in the air -- just arriving. I walked outside and they all flew away, squawking their heads off.
Tonight, I have a blue jay -- or is it a California jay? -- eating in the back yard. I have three bird feeders hanging on the fence. The jay eats on the ground.
At about this time of evening the quail come and they too are ground eaters. In the morning and evening the smaller birds fly in for breakfast and dinner.
The other evening I looked out and there were over thirty back birds on the ground. There were more in the air -- just arriving. I walked outside and they all flew away, squawking their heads off.
I was out in the yard this
afternoon pulling weeds when they flew over. I interpreted their chatter
to be: "Keep going. She is outside."
They kept on flying.
They kept on flying.
