The garden dove   

Apparently we have entered some sort of monsoon season. It’s been raining nearly nonstop since Saturday. Our yard is nothing short of a swamp. For our morning coffee we donned our rubber boots and waded out to the barn.

We had a great morning with the birds, nearly everyone checked in to say good morning. Everyone except for our elusive spotted towhee.

The doves are are normally ground feeders. I felt so bad for them, their ground was under water. Still, they managed to wade around and dip into to the water to find a few tender morsels to enjoy.

Long-haired Weimaraner


Bird Dogs, fourth is a series

The grand dogs were down for a romp on the acre last weekend. Maverick and Autzen were completely content chasing after the tennis ball.

Goldee was in her own little world hunting down the birds that were peacefully roosting in the plum tree. She has quite the little prey drive. If there is hunting to be done, she’s ready to go. It’s been so much more fun for her now that we have the bird feeders up. I’m surprised she doesn’t go home with a crick in her neck. She spends her entire time with her head twisted up, just like that.

Silly girl. You better not catch any of my birds. That’s all I have to say.

Portrait of red borzoi

Timber, my Model T   

We were out having our morning coffee in the barn. Timber and Zip rotated between digging for something in the dirt and lying on their cushions.

The birds were out and the neighbors chickens had free reign of the their backyard. It was, for all practical purposes, a picture perfect morning.

Karen and I enjoyed every drop of our coffee. I kept my camera in my lap hoping beyond hope that the spotted towhee, the elusive spotted towhee would come back. I have yet to get a suitable photo of him.

And then, out of nowhere, Timber was poised for a most perfect portrait.

Oh Timber, most beautiful Timber, I love you will all of my heart.

California scrub jay

California scrub jay   

Trying to accommodate all of the birds in the neighborhood is challenging at best. We’ve been quite successful in re-routing the starlings. They really aren’t fans of safflower seed. Score one for us.

The jays don’t like the safflower seed either and I really enjoy watching these guys. That equated to another trip to the wild bird store. Another feeder. Another bag of bird food. Another bin to store the new bird food in.

We put this up last weekend and it took no time at all to delight the jays. I apologize up to the neighbors that are reaping the rewards of peanut shells.

Jays are what I call dine and dashers. They grab their treasure and fly off to someplace else.

The peanut ring has become the destination of many a jay this week. It started with one jay. He came and went one peanut at a time. Then, he invited a friend. They were cute as they waited for each other on a branch while the first one on the ring carefully chose their peanut and pulled it from the springy coil.

Peanut collected, off they flew and the next one would fly down and the process was repeated.

Like a phone chain, more jays from the neighborhood found out about the peanut ring began lining up on tree branches awaiting their turn at the peanut ring.

Things we learned.

  1. They are quite entertaining
  2. They seem to understand only one at a time on the ring
  3. The coil holds the peanuts perfectly and they could figure out easily how to remove the peanuts
  4. So far they, they are playing quite nicely with the other birds
  5. They are still a little leery of us getting too close
  6. Five pounds of peanuts doesn’t last long. This week we had to buy a 25 lb. bag. They were waiting patiently for us to come back from the store.



The flicker joined us for our morning coffee today. He is without a doubt one of my favorite regular visitors. He’s rather camera shy and quickly flys off to the trees at the back of the property when he sees me with the camera.

This morning however, he perched himself beside the finch feeder and happily munched away at the thistle. I guess that skinny long beak has many uses.