Feeding the Natives…

Happy Holidays to everyone who reads this blog!!

All my life I have loved animals.  I had a dog from the day I was born, I’ve never been without one for more than a few weeks at a time.  When I was 11, we adopted a black cat, haven’t been without a cat in the house since.  Years ago, we had a bird bath/feeder in our back yard and the neighborhood squirrels came by to grad some pellets as well did the local wild birds.  The feeder left the yard a few years later as the mess of empty shells grew bigger to be tolerated.  A few months ago, my mom wanted to go back to feeding the local wild life, so I got some new bird feeders to hang on the fruit trees in the back yard, soon, the wild birds and local squirrels came back, and were very happy to have some munchies to grab.  I grabbed my camera to capture the “gatherings…”

 

we got a red barn, along with an "eating establishment..."

we got a red barn, along with an “eating establishment…”

 

 

I zoomed in on one of the little ones...

I zoomed in on one of the little ones…

a bunch of little ones came by to see what was available...

a bunch of little ones came by to see what was available…

 

this one was waiting to be seated

this one was waiting to be seated

I was being watched as I filled the feeders. He was only about 5 feet from me, so he wasn't scared of me...

I was being watched as I filled the feeders. He was only about 5 feet from me, so he wasn’t scared of me…

 

one of the local squirrels dropped by to see what all the excitement was...

one of the local squirrels dropped by to see what all the excitement was…

upon seeing there was food to grab, he/she gave thanks... zoom in for proof.

upon seeing there was food to grab, he/she gave thanks… zoom in for proof.

 

after saying grace , it was snack time, upside down...

after saying grace , it was snack time, upside down…

 

As I sat outside on our furniture, I watched all the birds come by for a quick snack, as the squirrels ate, I zoomed in to “catch” the action…:

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Over the next night, or early next morning, the “bar” fell to the grass and broke apart:

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one of the three squirrels that had been around came by to see what happened...

one of the three squirrels that had been around came by to see what happened…

 

then he/she proceeded to scoop up some of the food on the ground

then he/she proceeded to scoop up some of the food on the ground

 

and dove in...

and dove in…

 

Since the “bar” could not be fixed, I headed out to get some new feeders, my mom wanted 2, so the birds would have their own, and the squirrels would have theirs…

I picked out two Light Houses and managed to attached them to our Plum Tree which has stronger branches then the other trees

I picked out two Light Houses and managed to attached them to our Plum Tree which has stronger branches then the other trees

 

these are made of plastic, so they hopefully won't break if they fall...

these are made of plastic, so they hopefully won’t break if they fall…

 

didn't take long for the birdies to come back and gobble up...  So far, no squirrels, they'll be back in the morning...

didn’t take long for the birdies to come back and gobble up… So far, no squirrels, but they’ll be back in the morning…

 

I’ll spend some time outback in the morning, and see who shows up for breakfast…

I wish you all a Happy Holiday Season…

and of course, ask…

HOW YOU DOIN?

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One comment on “Feeding the Natives…

  1. Lu & Mocha says:

    Eager to see the various kinds of birds that visit your feeders, and of course, to catch the antics of the local squirrels.

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