Well, there's not much to do when the snow covers everything. Even the dog doesn't want to go far. So this has been one of those days of deep contemplation, and lessons learned from the bird feeder. It seems that the Tufted Titmice and Sparrows are the bravest of birds. They seem to always be the first at the trough, and do the Lion's share of pecking grain out for the others.
The Doves come in family groups, and seem to get along with the others, so long as they don't get too close-then a quick peck re-establishes the order.
Cardinals are bold enough, but they don't seem all that smart. They just waddle around picking up grain and loafing.
There are a couple of little woodpeckers that hang around upside down and try to peck the telephone pole, but eventually they give up and go for the grain. I suppose it's an indignity for them.
Then come the Damn Starlings. You can tell right away when they're coming. The other birds won't even get close to them. They usually have a small group, and it reminds me for the world of a street gang. I ooze the window open and take one once in awhile, just to keep them honest.
Lost ramblings from an old man? Maybe, but it beats hell out of the TV.
Those occasions is when the air guns shine. I am going to have to set up the bird feeder again and start shooting starlings. If you shoot from inside the house even with a .22 rimfire the neighbors will never know the difference. Good going John!
I do not seek the good of others as a sanction for my right to exist, nor do I recognize the good of others as a justification for their seizure of my property or their destruction of my life.- Hank Rearden
Yea, I know. I was in FL shooting pigs when most of this came down. Wife couldn't wait for me to get back and plow out the driveway. I don't know what she thinks I bought her a Tahoe for. I was hoping not to have to plow anymore. Had 16 inches around my place shortly after my return. I'm over snow!!!
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