Thursday, May 3, 2018

Close to a crow

While I was out in the neighborhood, I saw a brown thrasher and a half dozen mockingbirds.  Why don't they visit here?   I bought a birdhouse that may not be practical, but was on sale. 

 Another little skink, maybe the same one, slipped into a crack. More geese with more goslings tried to move in.  The blue-eyed grass and the rue started blooming.  It was windy all day.

The crows want the various bird foods but their size makes it tough.  I had tossed out a peanut I dropped, and a crow loved it.  It wanted more and the fact that I was sitting right there did not faze the bird.


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