A few robins have not flown south, but are chatting to each other as they glean fruit from vines and shrubs. So nice to hear them as winter approaches. But my current favourite backyard bird is a red-breasted nuthatch. I suspect it spent the summer further north or at least in an area with denser stands of cone producing trees. With a distinctive eye stripe, it is smaller and stubbier than it's white-breasted cousin and is very, very cute!
Despite all odds, my three-legged red squirrel has survived and is gathering wild foods with determination. It only occasionally visits my feeders. I suspect it is nervous of the bluejays.
|An icing sugar-like coating decorates my kitchen window view.|
|Fresh snow brightens our fields on an otherwise dark October morning.|
|Evidence that a cat has been on patrol. Likely feral guy, Ginger Tom.|
|A lonesome birdhouse awaits next year's occupants.|
|Before nabbing a peanut, this red-breasted nuthatch scans for trouble.|
|Ellie Mae has decided that indoors offers the most comfort today.|