|The lobby of my new vet's office|
It's not a well known fact, and he might kill me for putting it on the Internet, but Mr. W is a closeted crazy bird man. It all started when he and his college sweetheart got a parrot. Whenever he tells stories about the parrot, he gets this nostalgic little love twinkle in his eye. And if we go somewhere where there are birds in cages, he gravitates toward them immediately. Like a cockatoo on sunflower seeds.
Although the birdiness of our new property didn't factor into the decision to buy it, it's kind of a fun perk—particularly given Mr. W's fancy for feathered friends.
I hung our hummingbird feeder last week and was disappointed when some of the birds came to check it out but seemed perplexed by what they were supposed to do with it. I realized the little tin flowers on it had faded, so I repainted them red and that seemed to do the trick.
I love hummingbirds. The helicopters of the avian world.
This morning, I looked outside and saw that some woodpeckers had discovered the newly exposed sections of our fence. We plan to build a walkway down to our lower yard at some point and Mr. W got so antsy the weekend we moved, he busted out the saw and cut the section where we intend to put the path.
I've never seen more than one woodpecker in the same place before. We used to get them in Hollywood occasionally, but only one at a time.
So I was really shocked when a third showed up. What would you call that? A gaggle of woodpeckers? A worple of woodpeckers? A ménage á pecker? It almost makes up for being one pecker short here during the week... Bah! Sorry couldn't resist.
I haven't snapped any pictures of them, but we also get lots of blue jays, crows, doves, and some other little grey and white birds that do a funny sort of dance when they walk on the grass.
When we first bought the house, my parents gave us a birdwatching book and a pair of binoculars as a gift. I guess it's time to break them out. It'll keep me busy in between pecker visits...