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.