I promised you folks a look at the backyard pond attracting so many birds to Hickory’s favorite feeding table.
It doesn’t look like much in the winter. The humans here put a heater in when the ice started to form and it’s left a nice patch open for us squirrels and birds alike. On sunny days I even see the fish take a few laps in the bottom before they disappear into their tangle of aquatic greens.
This weekend The Squirrel Nutwork hit a milestone:
Maybe one of them is you!
Acorns all around for our followers! The rest of you have to dig your own. It’s cold and wet out there.
I have to say, it helped to celebrate Squirrel Appreciation Day. It’s the kind of event that brings people to take a second look and recognize that the little furry guys in their lives shouldn’t be taken for granted.
Hey, wait! Don’t leave. Nutmeg got busy last night and decided a nature blog ought to fit the season, so The Squirrel Nutwork has a new look for winter. But it’s still us!
We had some unusual visitors to the feeder this week. Do you know who they are?
Guesses accepted! Be back later.
These two (female on left, male on right) were part of a flock of Eastern Bluebirds that came to the feeding station several times this week during the snows. Now while I complain about the flocks of Dark-eyed Slate-colored Juncos, the bluebirds don’t overwhelm us. When I say flock, I mean five. They just don’t seem to be as common, even though they are year-round residents here in Virginia.
Bluebirds eat insects in the summer and shift to a diet of berries and seeds in winter. We haven’t had that much bad weather here, so they can’t be desperate. I conferred with my cohorts here at The Squirrel Nutwork, and Ol’ Wally thinks this feeding station has attracted them with the addition of the pond. He’ll update you on it this Thursday.
Cold and crisp here in Virginia. It makes a squirrel want to stay indoors, but hey, as Hickory would say, we still gotta eat. One of the places we scrounged around today was the needles beneath these White Pines. As you can see, the cones that were too hard to reach out at the tips of the limbs have opened and dropped their pine seeds.