The doves in my garden are not quite hawks – they literally take off when the real resident hawk flies by. But other than predators, they are top bird and peck aggressively when any others try to use the same spot for feeding.
And this crow circled round a few times, perched on a post, glided to the ground and then walked a 10-metre curved path to get to the food. Not exactly “as the crow flies”.
This red-winged blackbird arrived in our garden today: a welcome sign of spring for us, but I don’t think he’s too happy with the weather. At least there is food for him on the feeder, but he doesn’t look too happy.
This is the weather he has to contend with:
We still have about 30 cm (1 foot) of snow on the ground; today brought another centimetre.
I got a new lens this week – 500mm zoom. Just in time for my pope-themed posts to go with the other celebrity watching that is now a substitute for news in the press these days. (My last one was a wondrous sign in the heavens and now this cardinal, just back from voting)