The Little boids is on da wing!
Ain’t that absurd? The little wings is on da boids!
Actually, the little birds are eating us out of house and home. Three feeders get refilled every day, and then get nearly emptied. Admittedly there’s also an acrobatic squirrel in the mix, but still…
February was brutally cold. March was grey and wet. April started the same, then, after one last gasp of snow, it was *BANG* sunshine, blue, blue skies, and weather that is almost warm enough to get me doing yard work.
Nova Scotia is about the extremes of weather - snow, pelting rain, hurricanes and more - but at the end of the day it always turns to those great expansive blue skies, and the light that is like nowhere that I’ve lived.
Yes it’s sunshine, but sunshine that seems to wrap itself around everything and everyone, holding it in an embrace that just warms you through and through. It’s not that hot, burning sunshine that you get in the Okanagan, nor the watered down light that battles its way through the smog of Vancouver or Toronto.
Because Nova Scotia is largely free of air pollution the sky is clear, and blue, and the clouds are bright shiny white. More often then not you can look out the window and see something that looks like a painting, with fluffy white clouds on a bright blue background.
And yes, there are birds of all sizes and shapes. Some of them we can even name. And all of them seem to love our premium choice of bird feed.
The one slightly sad part of this tale is that the feeders used to hang out on our living room patio where you could sit in a cozy chair and watch the sunrise, and the drama of the feeding. That had to change because the raccoons figured out where the feeders were, and would annihilate them each and every night. Beyond the crazy amount we were spending on seeds, we were also replacing the feeders on a regular basis as they got smashed when they fell to the ground.
So the feeders, and the birds, and the squirrel, now hang from a metal pole that is apparently too slippery for the raccoons to climb, and too far from anything else for them to leap.
Sorry raccoons.