I love being a birder. I think I've said that before.
Being plugged in to the avian world makes us privy to a whole host of interesting things. We can marvel at a new bird, ponder a behavior. I saw lots today.
It started with a new yard bird:
Yard bird #59. Brown thrasher. It was kick/scratching under the feeders, then took off for the big maple.
And it was singing. Glorious.
A yellow-rumped warbler landed right next to my car at Lake Isabella, and just looked at me.
Three red-shouldered hawks were circling the yard and calling out in their wonderfully screamy voices.
Gratuitous cute kid/dog photo:
Lorelei was singing, as usual, waving her newly-acquired dandelion. And Hooper leaned in for a sniff.
Nellie was keeping her eye on me, as usual.
"Where's Mom? Oh, there she is. Is she going to get up? I better be ready. Mom? Need me?"
She is my shadow...always near and always worried that I might disappear.
This is Roxy:
She is a Tibetan Yak-Dog.
April Fools. She belongs to Swami. (And she's a Shetland Sheepdog)
Being a long-haired breed, this dog makes lots and lots of loose hair. Lorelei and I brushed her, Hooper, Nellie and whatever cat we could grab and stuffed all that hair into a cardboard tube and hung it outside (birds will use it to line their wee sweet nests)
I wasn't back in the house 10 seconds before someone landed and started plucking:
It was so cool to watch. I've left hair out there before, but usually I just brush the dogs outside and let the hair float away. This was fun!
The titmouse left and a white-breasted nuthatch took its place.
Each bird would grab some with its beak, then maneuver it around, grabbing some with its feet, then rearranging and grabbing it again with the beak. All this grabbing and rearranging helped them carry as much as possible. Birds are just so efficient.