<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23122953</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:08:10.200-07:00</updated><category term='Northern Harriers'/><category term='birds'/><title type='text'>At the Feeding Station</title><subtitle type='html'>I have provided a feeding station for some eight years now, and this is an ongoing log of what I see happening there. My location is Hyde Park, Dutchess County, New York. That's about 90 mi (145 km) north of New York City. (Latitude: 41.78 N, Longitude: 73.93 W)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeding-station.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23122953/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeding-station.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dav4is</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06604174854633159692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://mysite.verizon.net/dav4is/BahamasCruise1987-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23122953.post-1086270088154849314</id><published>2010-09-27T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T15:47:58.617-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Northern Harriers'/><title type='text'>Northern Harriers</title><content type='html'>Earlier this summer, a family of &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#!/album.php?aid=74180&amp;id=1037252419"&gt;Northern Harriers&lt;/a&gt; took up residence, identified by their white rump patch and their call, a weak nasal whistle. They liked to perch in my maple tree and watch the little birds servicing the suet block. For several weeks I could often hear them calling from other trees in the neighborhood, or see one or two take wing.
&lt;p&gt;
One morning I looked out my front door window to see four of them: Two in the maple, one on the ground, and one perched on my car!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23122953-1086270088154849314?l=feeding-station.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeding-station.blogspot.com/feeds/1086270088154849314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23122953&amp;postID=1086270088154849314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23122953/posts/default/1086270088154849314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23122953/posts/default/1086270088154849314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeding-station.blogspot.com/2010/09/northern-harriers.html' title='Northern Harriers'/><author><name>Dav4is</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06604174854633159692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://mysite.verizon.net/dav4is/BahamasCruise1987-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23122953.post-5121803683064589986</id><published>2010-09-27T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T15:29:21.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadly...</title><content type='html'>My chickadees were wiped out by the back-to-back blizzards of last winter. Only one pair set up housekeeping this spring, and they were from out of town. 
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I am training their chicks, however. :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23122953-5121803683064589986?l=feeding-station.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeding-station.blogspot.com/feeds/5121803683064589986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23122953&amp;postID=5121803683064589986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23122953/posts/default/5121803683064589986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23122953/posts/default/5121803683064589986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeding-station.blogspot.com/2010/09/sadly.html' title='Sadly...'/><author><name>Dav4is</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06604174854633159692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://mysite.verizon.net/dav4is/BahamasCruise1987-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23122953.post-1030200130775866361</id><published>2007-12-15T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T07:58:20.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another smarty</title><content type='html'>A chickadee, this time.
&lt;p&gt;
I have for some time had some tamer chickadees that will come down and eat from a small custard dish of seed held in my hand. One in particular is quite demanding, and will hover right in front of my face if I'm headed for the car -- like: "I'm here. Feed me!"
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Yesterday, I saw my chickadee family in the tree, and extended my arm and the seed cup outside with the door only partly open, it being rather cold out. One of my guys came down and perched on the edge of the dish for a moment, turned, and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;gave my finger a couple of pecks&lt;/span&gt;, then flew off.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
This had never happened before. On bringing the cup in, the reason became apparent: The dish was empty! I had forgotten that I had tossed the remnants in the yard with the intention of refilling it.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
So: here was this bird giving me hell and saying "What are you trying to pull here! Fill the damned dish!"
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
-R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23122953-1030200130775866361?l=feeding-station.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeding-station.blogspot.com/feeds/1030200130775866361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23122953&amp;postID=1030200130775866361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23122953/posts/default/1030200130775866361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23122953/posts/default/1030200130775866361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeding-station.blogspot.com/2007/12/another-smarty.html' title='Another smarty'/><author><name>Dav4is</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06604174854633159692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://mysite.verizon.net/dav4is/BahamasCruise1987-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23122953.post-114675337705448094</id><published>2006-05-04T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T11:58:20.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Smart Jay</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;
I noticed a lone Blue Jay this morning doing something peculiar. S/he would peck at the ground a few times, then fly up to a low-hanging limb of the maple and appeared to lay something down, then pick it up and fly to a smaller branch suitable for opening seeds like sunflowers. My binoculars revealed that he would pick up three or four sunflower seeds, lay them out in a neat row on top of the broader branch then take them one by one to the smaller branch to open and consume them. I watched him do this trick a number of times before a crowd of Grackles chased him away.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
I knew that Corvids (Ravens, Crows, Magpies and Jays) were smart, but I thought that most of the smarts had been given to the bigger birds. It seems that my Jay may have gotten more than his share!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
I had previously noticed a Chickadee do something similar. It would pick up two of the black sunflower seeds, then appeared to be searching for something in the tree, flying from branch to branch. I had observed them do this before, searching for a suitable twig for opening such seeds, but this one was examining only larger branches. It finally found a branch with a crevice into which it stashed one seed while it flew off to open the other. It then returned to reclaim the stashed seed.
&lt;p&gt;
Chickadees and some other birds do hide seeds in bark crevices for later use, especially in Winter. I see the above performance as a simple modification of that behavior. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But the Jay's trick was uniquely clever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23122953-114675337705448094?l=feeding-station.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeding-station.blogspot.com/feeds/114675337705448094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23122953&amp;postID=114675337705448094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23122953/posts/default/114675337705448094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23122953/posts/default/114675337705448094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeding-station.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-smart-jay.html' title='One Smart Jay'/><author><name>Dav4is</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06604174854633159692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://mysite.verizon.net/dav4is/BahamasCruise1987-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23122953.post-114184523586243559</id><published>2006-03-08T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T11:25:18.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harbingers</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, I saw a large flock of Canada Geese heading North -- but what do they know? Silly geese.
&lt;p&gt;
The radio weather folks have been saying for several days now that "Spring is in the air!"
&lt;p&gt;
Today I saw my first Robin. Three, in fact. 
Now I believe it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23122953-114184523586243559?l=feeding-station.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeding-station.blogspot.com/feeds/114184523586243559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23122953&amp;postID=114184523586243559' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23122953/posts/default/114184523586243559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23122953/posts/default/114184523586243559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeding-station.blogspot.com/2006/03/harbingers.html' title='Harbingers'/><author><name>Dav4is</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06604174854633159692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://mysite.verizon.net/dav4is/BahamasCruise1987-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23122953.post-114123221215460714</id><published>2006-03-01T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T08:56:52.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birds of a Feather</title><content type='html'>March first. Soon I'll start seeing the Spring Returns. One of the great flocks will be the Blackbirds: Starlings, Grackles, Red-winged Blackbirds, Brown-headed Cowbirds. Icterids all -- excepting the imposter starlings -- they always travel together. When they arrive, Spring cannot be far behind.

Do they know that they are related? How?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23122953-114123221215460714?l=feeding-station.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeding-station.blogspot.com/feeds/114123221215460714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23122953&amp;postID=114123221215460714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23122953/posts/default/114123221215460714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23122953/posts/default/114123221215460714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeding-station.blogspot.com/2006/03/birds-of-feather.html' title='Birds of a Feather'/><author><name>Dav4is</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06604174854633159692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://mysite.verizon.net/dav4is/BahamasCruise1987-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23122953.post-114121567377338252</id><published>2006-03-01T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T05:59:59.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Professional</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;
I hang a suet block in a little cage from a limb of the maple a few steps from my door. A number of different birds visit it, including several woodpeckers, or similar. Many of them have become tolerant of sharing the block, allowing another bird to feed from the other side -- as long as s/he is not right in their face. And they line up on the branch, taking turns. If someone is taking too long on the block, they may get pushed off, but patience seems the general order.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
This will give you an idea of the incredible reaction times and speed of these guys. The suet hangs only about 5 Ft. (1.6m) above the ground. I have seen, say, a Nuthatch, lose a piece of suet and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fly&lt;/span&gt; down to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;catch&lt;/span&gt; it before it hits the ground. By my calculation, that works out to a little over ½ second to estimate if it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; be caught and then fly down to catch it before it hits the ground. I'm impressed!
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
The normal feeding mode is peck, peck, nibble, nibble. But not the Red-bellied Woodpecker. When s/he swoops in, being a bit larger, the others vacate. Chop, chop, chop -- and s/he flies off with a big chunk.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
It's always a pleasure to watch a professional at work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23122953-114121567377338252?l=feeding-station.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeding-station.blogspot.com/feeds/114121567377338252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23122953&amp;postID=114121567377338252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23122953/posts/default/114121567377338252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23122953/posts/default/114121567377338252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeding-station.blogspot.com/2006/03/professional.html' title='The Professional'/><author><name>Dav4is</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06604174854633159692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://mysite.verizon.net/dav4is/BahamasCruise1987-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23122953.post-114108060921922148</id><published>2006-02-27T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T05:16:14.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Merlin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Two years ago, I guess it was. I happened to look out the front door window to see what was going on at the feeding station. Nothing. Not a bird in sight. Then a motion at the edge of my field of vision captured my attention.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
It was a small hawk!  Just starting to tear into a  Junco, not four feet (ca 1m) from my front stoop, under a cedar tree! A quick trip through Peterson's identified her as a Merlin, a/k/a Pigeon Hawk, which identification was confirmed by telephone with the Raptor Center. They are uncommon in this area, but not unknown. I watched for the half hour it took her to dispose of the Junco, leaving only feet and feathers! What a beauty she was.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
She hung around for a while, because I saw her again in my front yard with another bird, but she took it away before I could identify it. I have never had another good sighting, but there have been a number of instances where &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; has swooped down on the ground crowd, but too fast for me to eyeball, so I suspect she is still about.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
I notice that the Downy Woodpeckers seem particularly vigilant before alighting on the suet block.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23122953-114108060921922148?l=feeding-station.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeding-station.blogspot.com/feeds/114108060921922148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23122953&amp;postID=114108060921922148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23122953/posts/default/114108060921922148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23122953/posts/default/114108060921922148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeding-station.blogspot.com/2006/02/merlin.html' title='The Merlin!'/><author><name>Dav4is</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06604174854633159692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://mysite.verizon.net/dav4is/BahamasCruise1987-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23122953.post-114107462272081714</id><published>2006-02-27T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T05:15:34.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gang of Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;
I get plenty of Chickadees, but these three always travel together. I'm sure they are unmated nest-mates fledged last Summer, with lots of the pushing and shoving you see among siblings.
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
Some Chickadees will come to my hand to eat, but not these guys!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23122953-114107462272081714?l=feeding-station.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeding-station.blogspot.com/feeds/114107462272081714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23122953&amp;postID=114107462272081714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23122953/posts/default/114107462272081714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23122953/posts/default/114107462272081714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeding-station.blogspot.com/2006/02/gang-of-three.html' title='The Gang of Three'/><author><name>Dav4is</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06604174854633159692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://mysite.verizon.net/dav4is/BahamasCruise1987-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23122953.post-114107408222555698</id><published>2006-02-27T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T05:15:08.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carolina Wrens</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;
I have a pair who have shown up each winter for the past few years, and disappear come Spring. I don't know if they stay in the area or move on,  but I'm sure they're busy on wren business!
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
They love the suet block I put out and only occasionally hit the seed that I toss on the ground. They're cheeky little things, almost as bold as the Chickadees, with a unique trilling song. A recent article I read leads me to believe that what I perceive as a single song may in fact be a tight duet!
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23122953-114107408222555698?l=feeding-station.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeding-station.blogspot.com/feeds/114107408222555698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23122953&amp;postID=114107408222555698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23122953/posts/default/114107408222555698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23122953/posts/default/114107408222555698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeding-station.blogspot.com/2006/02/carolina-wrens.html' title='Carolina Wrens'/><author><name>Dav4is</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06604174854633159692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://mysite.verizon.net/dav4is/BahamasCruise1987-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23122953.post-114107306511637984</id><published>2006-02-27T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T05:12:39.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow-Bellied Sapsucker</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;
Yes, there really is such a bird, a sort of woodpecker.
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It's a female, and I only ever see the one, and only in the worst of winter weather. This morning was only the second time I've seen her this winter, and it was really cold last night, ca 11°F.
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Since we are at the northern edge of their winter range, it's my theory is that her winter home is somewhere north of here, and the extreme cold drives her temporarily south -- to my feeding station.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23122953-114107306511637984?l=feeding-station.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeding-station.blogspot.com/feeds/114107306511637984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23122953&amp;postID=114107306511637984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23122953/posts/default/114107306511637984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23122953/posts/default/114107306511637984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeding-station.blogspot.com/2006/02/yellow-bellied-sapsucker.html' title='Yellow-Bellied Sapsucker'/><author><name>Dav4is</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06604174854633159692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://mysite.verizon.net/dav4is/BahamasCruise1987-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23122953.post-114170267066340542</id><published>2000-07-20T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T19:37:50.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2000 July</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol start=6&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some of the older &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Squirrels&lt;/span&gt; are getting a distinctly moth-eaten appearance. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Half-tail&lt;/span&gt; is losing his fur around his shoulders.
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&lt;br&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chipmunks&lt;/span&gt;, two of them have been coming for about a week. Today, one of them came while I was sitting on the step, feeding a squirrel. He came in cautiously, but soon was stuffing his little cheeks full of birdseed. I started tossing shelled peanut kernels to him until I put one right under his nose. He ate it, but seemed unaware of the others laying about. Then I started tossing whole peanuts, but with their shells cracked. I was finally able to put one very near him, which he picked up right away, turned around a few times, then took off towards home, which seems to be somewhere near the front (hitch) end of the trailer.
A couple of the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jays&lt;/span&gt; are getting quite bold. I think that at least one of them will be taking peanuts from my hand before the summer is out.
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&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Halftail&lt;/span&gt; will now allow me to stroke his back while he is busy munching a peanut. The first time I did this, he immediately turned and looked at me, as if to say, "What'choo doin' there, Boss?"
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A couple of the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jays&lt;/span&gt; will be eating from my hand soon, I think.
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&lt;p&gt;(later) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mr Chips&lt;/span&gt; now takes peanuts by hand. I shell one nut, and he takes both kernels in the cheek pouches, and another whole one crosswise in his mouth. 
These little tykes have a horrendous respiration rate, in excess of 300/minute.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;squirrels&lt;/span&gt; sometimes scratch at the door, asking me to come out and play - "And bring the peanuts, please!". Today I heard them scratching and when I opened the door I was greeted by two squirrels on the railing and one on the deck!
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&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Halftail&lt;/span&gt; still rules, warning off the young turks with a soft growl - perhaps muted by a mouthful of peanut!
It's quite warm today. The Jays are coming in dripping wet, straight from their bath, I suppose. It's quite amusing to see a squirrel munching a peanut while lying flat on his tummy, on the cool ground, with his back legs splayed out.
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I thought that the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chipmunk&lt;/span&gt; would like some peanut butter, but he sniffed it, tasted it, then went back to scrambling around looking for his peanut! 
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When he (the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chipmunk&lt;/span&gt;) first sees me at the door, he gets so excited that he races around like a kid on Christmas morning!
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23122953-114170204268222167?l=feeding-station.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeding-station.blogspot.com/feeds/114170204268222167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23122953&amp;postID=114170204268222167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23122953/posts/default/114170204268222167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23122953/posts/default/114170204268222167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeding-station.blogspot.com/2000/06/2000-june.html' title='2000 June'/><author><name>Dav4is</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06604174854633159692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://mysite.verizon.net/dav4is/BahamasCruise1987-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23122953.post-114170072968704312</id><published>2000-05-15T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T19:07:33.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2000 May</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;
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&lt;br&gt;&lt;li&gt;Called several people in Animal Control and DEC about the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;squirrel&lt;/span&gt; malady. No answers yet.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's been raining off and on all morning. I saw a female &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Red-winged Blackbird&lt;/span&gt; flitting about in the maple, keeping to the small branches, and apparently eating something off the leaves (which are now about ½ out). Binocs revealed that she was drinking the raindrops clinging to the leaf margins.
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&lt;br&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snow today! The Juncos are digging little mines through the snow to the seed on the ground beneath. They are little claim-jumpers, and will abandon their own digs to evict a neighbor who seems to be having better luck.
I have also noticed that Juncos are aerial acrobats, conducting high-speed dogfights through the leafless branches of the maple tree with amazing agility. I have also seen individuals swoop down on the other members of their flock, smack into the bole of the tree. But they hit the tree with their feet, pause there for an instant, then pop down to the ground.
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I have identified this as a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;White-Throated Sparrow&lt;/span&gt;, White-striped form. (Peterson's p.278) 21 Apr 2000
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When picking up peanuts, experienced squirrels give their heads a little shake, perhaps to verify the contents by its rattle.
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The White Throated Sparrow must have told all his friends, because now it is not unusual to see small flocks of eight or so at a time.
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&lt;br&gt;&lt;li&gt;Titmice are really particular about the branch they choose as an anvil for opening the sunflower seeds that they seem to love. It must be close to horizontal, and neither too big around nor too small. Yesterday, I saw one smart Titmouse that was using a stick on the ground as his anvil. He would forage for a seed, then hop over to the branch to open it. I'm sure that used less energy that flying up into the tree to find a branch for each seed!
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Grackles today! Common Grackles, I think.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Robin is back again, today. There's in snow, slush and ice on the ground, and he's standing at the edge of the crowd feeding on the seeds I put out. I thought that he was watching in envy, wishing that he was a seed-eater, too. But, no: He was hunting! Suddenly he extracted a nice fat worm from the edge of the shallow puddle he was standing in!
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Earlier, when it was still snowing heavily, the Juncos had retreated to the Maple. One of them had a big block of ice frozen to his tail feathers. It obviously bothered him, but he didn't know how to get rid of it. He could fly, but with difficulty.
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&lt;br&gt;&lt;li&gt;Suet block going fast now that the woodpeckers have found it. A pair of Downey's, recognized by their stubbier beaks.
At least one of the Jays has learned how to take two peanuts at once. He first takes a smaller nut, and nearly swallows it, allowing him to take another in his beak.
I've switched to a different seed, with no cracked corn. It didn't seem that any were eating the corn. 
&lt;br&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some of the Titmice have learned about French fries. If I bring home McD, I usually get a small bag of FF, and only eat a few. The rest I toss out for the birds, but I never saw who was getting them. I suspect that the Crows got most of them. This time, however, a Titmouse immediately flew down and very purposefully took a FF and flew off with it.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;li&gt;Something has partially dislodged the suet block holder. A puzzle.
A few House Finches came, but they concentrated on the feeder, which was empty, of course. They obviously knew what it was for, but didn't know that here the food is on the ground.
A squirrel took peanuts from my hand for the first time.
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&lt;br&gt;&lt;li&gt;The suet block is now on the ground. Replaced it on its hangers. These are just two cup hooks. I may have to replace them with the sort that have "keepers" on them, as used in motor homes, e.g.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;li&gt;The suet block mystery is solved, I think. I just saw a starling going at it. A bird this size might be able to dislodge it when landing or taking off.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saw a gray squirrel investigate the suet block. He unhooked it from one of the two hooks. I'll have to replace the hooks.
Also saw a Titmouse after the suet block - which is almost gone now...
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Something new: A red squirrel!
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23122953-114169787708650960?l=feeding-station.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeding-station.blogspot.com/feeds/114169787708650960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23122953&amp;postID=114169787708650960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23122953/posts/default/114169787708650960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23122953/posts/default/114169787708650960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeding-station.blogspot.com/2000/02/2000-february.html' title='2000 February'/><author><name>Dav4is</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06604174854633159692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://mysite.verizon.net/dav4is/BahamasCruise1987-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23122953.post-114169595001803869</id><published>2000-01-31T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T18:01:12.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2000 January</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol start=11&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I have seen the crows post sentries to watch for me to toss out food. They roost in the tops of one of the two poplar trees. When they leave, several fly up to the sentry post. A few minutes later, they all, but one, fly away. How do they decide who stays?
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The squirrels are getting bolder. One scaled the door to peer in the window! The noise he made scared the fool out of me!
&lt;li&gt;Put out a suet holder with a block of peanut butter &amp; suet in it. The pet store has quite a variety of different flavor suet blocks. Next, I think I'll try one of the ones with blueberries in it. Bird pemmican!
&lt;li&gt;No activity yet at the suet block.
Four inches of snow today.
&lt;li&gt;Noticed a chickadee at the suet block. I'd like to see some woodpeckers. I may have to mount the holder at a higher elevation. Right now it's barely 4' off the ground.
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Lots fewer squirrels with the snow on the ground. 
&lt;li&gt;I've also noticed that the LBJs are a lot more skittish in the snow. Do they know that the snow robs them of their natural camouflage?
Noticed the first House Finches feeding. These were real pests at RR. There were only a few here today.
&lt;li&gt;Saw a Titmouse at the suet block. Still no Woodpeckers.
The Mourning Doves like to come in a small flock at dusk.
&lt;li&gt;Saw two Starlings feeding for a while. I hope they don't bring their friends.
Most of the Chickadees have finally figured out the suet block, and now line up for turns.
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Crows have remarkably sharp eyesight. A Crow was in the drive, at least 40' away, and was keeping watch in my direction. I was standing about 12" from the door window, which is about 10" x 20", so I was in shadow. The Crow could easily see me, and took flight when I shifted my head a few inches.
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&lt;li&gt;Heavy snowfall today; a Nor'easter. Birds are struggling to scratch through the snow to get the seed, which soon gets buried by fresh snow. 
Starlings have an odd behavior to uncover seed buried by the snow. They insert their long beak into the snow, then open wide, the lower beak pushing aside some snow to make a small hole about 1" deep and, perhaps, a seed or three.
&lt;li&gt;The Chickadees are the boldest. They will fly down to pick up seed that I have just put down. With me standing right there, they will fly right down to my feet for the seed. And I know that they see me, because they will scold me from the branches before flying in to take a sunflower seed.
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&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23122953-114169595001803869?l=feeding-station.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeding-station.blogspot.com/feeds/114169595001803869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23122953&amp;postID=114169595001803869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23122953/posts/default/114169595001803869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23122953/posts/default/114169595001803869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeding-station.blogspot.com/2000/01/2000-january.html' title='2000 January'/><author><name>Dav4is</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06604174854633159692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://mysite.verizon.net/dav4is/BahamasCruise1987-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23122953.post-114169419691701597</id><published>1999-12-31T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T03:17:09.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1999 December</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol start=15&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The new feed has cracked corn and the larger, stripped sunflower seed, and attracts a bigger variety of birds: More Chickadees, Jays and Titmice.  Also bought a 50# bag of raw peanuts. $75 on birdfeed! I must be nuts!
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The &lt;b&gt;Crows&lt;/b&gt; are the wariest. The slightest movement of the curtain over my door window will scare them away. But they are very watchful. When I put out something interesting, they will appear within minutes - if I'm not in plain sight.
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The &lt;b&gt;Blue Jays&lt;/b&gt; are the most watchful. If I toss out a few peanuts, they fly in out of nowhere and pick them up within seconds. They are also the boldest. One or two will take peanuts off the porch railing right by the door - with me watching in the window 3' away. I'm sure that they see me, too. It is amusing to watch these greedy gluttons when there a bunch of peanuts on the ground. One will swoop in and pick up a peanut, then hop over to another peanut and try to pick up that one, too. Unless the first peanut is small and can be half-swallowed, they cannot do this. After a couple of tries, it drops #1 and picks up #2, then tries to pick up #1, too. This alternation will be tried a couple of times, then both are dropped on the ground and the bird seems to be sizing them up. First one, then the other is picked up, then dropped. Finally, one is chosen, and off he goes. I wonder if they will learn to purposely pick a small and a large nut in order to be able to pack both at once.
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The &lt;b&gt;Titmouse&lt;/b&gt; crowd has feeder experience. When they started coming in, they first flew to the small feeder hanging unused in the tree before dropping to the ground, where I put all the seed and nuts. Now, they don't bother with the feeder at all. Only a few have figured out the peanut angle. One is so bold that he will take peanuts off the railing.
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These &lt;b&gt;squirrels&lt;/b&gt; apparently have no experience with peanuts. After getting them accustomed to my presence, - tossing out more seed, etc - I have had to toss peanuts right into their lap before they would pick one up! Once a squirrel tastes one, though, he seems to learn pretty quickly that these are worthwhile food packages. I'm pretty sure that I'll have a few of them eating out of my hand before long. 
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&lt;b&gt;Half-tail&lt;/b&gt; is the king of the squirrels, the obvious alpha squirrel. All the other squirrels defer to him and he will chase away any of the others. He has been too busy protecting his "turf" that he hasn't yet figured out this peanut thing. 
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I have been tossing the bodies of the &lt;b&gt;mice&lt;/b&gt; that I trap (14 so far this season) onto the feeding area. I assume that the Crows are getting them, but haven't actually seen it happen. Tossed one out this morning, while there were a bunch of squirrels around. They showed great interest, inspecting the body one after another. At first, I thought that they were actually eating it, as the first couple actually picked up the body and appeared to be nibbling or licking it. Now, I suspect that they were just licking the peanut butter bait from the mouse's mouth. Ugh!
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&lt;b&gt;Chickadees&lt;/b&gt; usually take a sunflower seed to a nearby branch and, holding it between their feet, hammer it with their beak to get at the seed. Just watched one fly up to a horizontal limb, then fly to the underside of the limb where there is a short stump of a small branch. Clinging upside-down, he rammed the seed into a hole or crevice. Now, how did he know that was there? It certainly isn't visible from the top of the limb.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Half-tail has finally figured out what peanuts are. He chases all the other squirrels away and then buries the peanuts! While he is distracted burying a nut, another squirrel may be able to sneak in to steal one, but not often. I've seen him come racing back to the feeding area to chase away a rival, then calmly walk back to continue burying his nut.
Once, while Half-tail was burying a nut, a Crow landed about 5' away. Half-tail ignored him, and as soon as he started back to the feeding ground, the Crow dug up the peanut!

&lt;li&gt;Some birds hop, while others stride. Size is a big factor: the larger birds stride. But Mourning Doves walk while similarly sized Jays hop. Crows do both, but stride more often than they hop.
Some birds scratch, while others never do. Scratchers include Sparrows &amp; Juncoes. One reason I broadcast the birdseed is because I love to watch them scratch like little chickens.

&lt;li&gt;Squirrels have no interest in: celery, apple cores and parings.
Juncoes are a sort of finch. 
Chickadees are a sort of titmouse.

&lt;li&gt;Saw my first nuthatch today.

&lt;li&gt;I'm not sure exactly what they're doing, but it sounds like the squirrels are trying to scale my front door. The first time I heard it, it scared the bejesus out of me! Now, I just heard it again, and when I looked out the door window, there was a squirrel on the porch.
A couple of these squirrels are bold enough that they are very close to eating from my hand. I'm sure that if I spent a couple of hours working at it, they would.
A tiny sparrow, no more than 4". Brown, strongly streaked breast, capped with two dark stripes; similar to Savannah Sparrow, but smaller, darker &amp; no sign of yellow eyebrow stripe. A true LBJ.

&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;Not so agile, after all!&lt;/u&gt; As I was leaving the house today, of course the squirrels scattered. As I approached the car, I heard a thump behind me. A squirrel had failed to make the jump from the maple to the fir tree and fell to the ground! I &lt;em&gt;knew&lt;/em&gt; that they were getting too fat!
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&lt;li&gt;Jays usually fly away to open their peanuts. One stayed in the Maple to open his. The nuts are swallowed whole, once removed from the shell, and he did know that there are two nuts in the one shell. I was wondering about that.
Chickadees and Titmice take sunflower seed and fly up to the nearest branch (must be at least ½" in diameter) and, placing the seed under a toe, hammer it with their beak to crack the shell. The seed is eaten in pieces. 
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