Bird Sighting
Jun. 9th, 2005 07:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
anne_dWe got back from Trader Joe's, home of all the best food, brought groceries in while keeping Shadow from getting out (it's a bit like juggling).
There was a woodpecker on our dying avocado tree, pecking his little heart out, happy as could be. After some research, Emily identified it as a male Nuttall's Woodpecker. It's a cute little thing, with a barred black-and-white back and a red crest.
We've also had ducks flying overhead this Spring, which is unusual. The parrots, however, have become a fixture. A noisy and colorful fixture, at that.
Shadow was not amused. She howled and yowled irately the entire time we were outside, to the tune of "It's Not Fair! If I can't go out, neither should you!". It's her own fault. After I spent half-an-hour last night just looking for her, and a good while more trying to convince her that it was time to come down off the roof and come in for the night, she has to come in earlier. Once the birds start going to bed in the pomegranate tree, she wants to sit on the roof in the overhanging branches and observe them at close range.
This seems to have turned into a cat observation. Such is life at the Davis Bungie.
There was a woodpecker on our dying avocado tree, pecking his little heart out, happy as could be. After some research, Emily identified it as a male Nuttall's Woodpecker. It's a cute little thing, with a barred black-and-white back and a red crest.
We've also had ducks flying overhead this Spring, which is unusual. The parrots, however, have become a fixture. A noisy and colorful fixture, at that.
Shadow was not amused. She howled and yowled irately the entire time we were outside, to the tune of "It's Not Fair! If I can't go out, neither should you!". It's her own fault. After I spent half-an-hour last night just looking for her, and a good while more trying to convince her that it was time to come down off the roof and come in for the night, she has to come in earlier. Once the birds start going to bed in the pomegranate tree, she wants to sit on the roof in the overhanging branches and observe them at close range.
This seems to have turned into a cat observation. Such is life at the Davis Bungie.
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Date: 2005-06-10 03:11 am (UTC)It makes me mad how many more Woodpeckers there are going south; the Columbia is a big population boundary. I did see a piliated yesterday going out to pick up the meat, but usually I only see Downy, Hairy, Red-Breasted Sapsucker, Red Shafted Flicker, and Pileated (and no Pileted here; they come onto Margo's back porch and rummage through the firewood, though).
I had a white crowned sparrow try to land on my hand while I was hanging laundry this afternoon; it was strange.
The peregrines at the Port of Olympia lost their eggs; I'm betting gulls.
Julia, rambling, because I need to write and I'm braindead insead
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Date: 2005-06-10 04:21 pm (UTC)Shadow's after-dinner outings are severely curtailed at the moment, because she won't always come in when she's called. Worse, she sits there on the roof where I can't see her, watching me and snickering to herself. She's a camo-kitty anyway - she can sit in the garden or in the branches of the peach tree and fade right in. She has ideas above her station too; she keeps going after hummingbirds (too fast) and crows (too big).
It amazes me that she's such a proficient hunter, since she and Patches were taken from their mom at six weeks. There's no way she could have learned to hunt by watching her mom, the kittens were only just weaned.
Anne, cats never "suck it up and deal"