For a couple of weeks now, I have not seen my resident blue jays. As usual, they disappear from my yard at this time of year and prepare for their nesting season in a more secluded area. Consequently, my Eastern Screech Owl, who has been keeping me company this winter, is emboldened to sun bath in full view on her roost box's door rail. I presume it's a 'her' because of her size which is always larger than the male.
|Through partly closed eyes she tolerates me taking yet another picture.|
House mate/cat friend, Ellie Mae is an excellent reporter when something unusual appears outside. From one of her window seats, her body language says, "Hey, get off that couch and look at what's outside." At dusk a couple of weeks ago she pointed out a red fox that was running up our laneway. It's tail was bare except for a short piece of fur on the tip. Mange is a terrible thing. The poor creature ran up my drive and then away down the public road on a desperate mission of some sort.
This morning Ellie Mae pointed out a happier scene --a mother wild turkey followed by two of last year's poults.
|Mother Wild Turkey strolls about my ice laden yard.|
|One of her two accompanying poults follows her lead.|
|Sorry gang, the squirrels have already polished off the bird seed.|