My boss comes to look. "It's a Kestrel."
"Oh, it is not." I say. He shoves me for my retort.
It's a sharp-shinned hawk.
When you put up a bird feeder, you're bound to feed more than just the little song birds.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Sharpie
I love when I hear these words - "Hey Wendy, what kind of bird is this?", because it usually means it isn't one that is commonly hanging around the bird feeders.
Oh cool (as I sprint back to get my binoculars).
My boss comes to look. "It's a Kestrel."
"Oh, it is not." I say. He shoves me for my retort.
My boss comes to look. "It's a Kestrel."
"Oh, it is not." I say. He shoves me for my retort.
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2 comments:
gorgeous! (shove him back!)
Ooh, I had a sharpie that returned to my backyard feeder year after year. I didn't mind when it picked off the juncoes, but I've got a soft spot for chickadees and always hoped they'd escape. I've read that sharpies sometimes use neighborhood bird feeders like trap lines--they travel to each one to see if any dinner is available!
Love the photos--I never got any good ones.
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