As I like to post at least once in each month I'd better fire off this missive before January completely runs out.
|Morning sun reveals new tracks in fresh snow.|
Winter has been going fairly smooth for me so far. Except that a storm brought down a branch that wiped out my screech owl roosting box. Sure do miss seeing the little fellow in it's daytime hidey-hole. I intend to replace the old box (which had gotten pretty decrepit) with an updated version before Spring.
|The owl box was directly beneath the damaged branch.|
|A pileated woodpecker checks for edibles.|
Also, I had a little challenge when my snowblower refused to start this winter. A gumed-up carburetor was the problem. Kitchen table surgery was the answer.
Just finished the novel, A Man Called Ove, by Swedish writer Fredrik Backman. I loved it and look forward to renting the movie version, A Man Called Otto, starring Tom Hanks. His son plays his character as a younger man.
Each morning the pair of ravens, and another whom I think is their adolescent, arrive for a handout -- usually chicken skins or dog kibble. They call for me each morning just after sunrise. I must say, it does motivate me to set down my coffee, get dressed and head out with their breakfast.
|What???!!! Dog kibble again???!!!|
|What'cha got there, Alice?|
|Not an 'all you can eat' establishment then?!|
Sure am glad I've got wildlife to enjoy and help brighten the winter. I see fox tracks in the snow and bunnies in person. And I notice that a pair of White-breasted nuthatches are taking a very keen interest in box Number Five.
|Wrens nested in No. 5 last year. Perhaps nuthatches in 2023?|
|A wee chickadee opens wide to nab a peanut.|
|Smaller birds really like this little, homemade feeder.|
|What's a winter feeder without a squirrel? Answer: Unusual!|
|Spilled birdseed is always cleaned up by the bunny set.|
|Exit, Stage Left!!!|