Puffed Out

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All puffed out and waiting for the sun to warm things up before hitting the lake to collect bugs.

There were literally billions, well OK, there were a boat load of swallows buzzing around the lakes in North Park last weekend collecting bugs off the top of the water. We went out early one morning to catch the action but it was cold and most of the swallows were hunkered down and puffed out trying to keep warm and the sun to come out.

Common Grackle

Grackle

Announcing their presence with those wonderful squeaky sounds the Grackles are back in town. Isn’t it amazing that when photographed, in just the right light, a bird that looks jet black to your eyes is actually a multi-colored work of art. And eyes as cute as buttons…or are they buttons?

Frenemy Update: where did they all come from?

Well…we started the winter with one Red Squirrel which we aptly dubbed our frenemy. Now it seems that there is a squirrel in every tree. Which is not exactly as nice as a chicken in every pot.

Although it is fun to watch the daily battles for territory as one squirrel makes a quick move across the yard to the tree another squirrel is occupying and the ensuing skirmish with several squirrels running rings around the tree. I cannot tell them apart enough to see who wins and looses each battle. Which is kind of like watching a sporting event but missing the ending. I have considered trying to paint each one a different color just for reference but decided that would not bee too nice and radio collar and gps tracking are better left for more scientific pursuits.

Anyway with spring comes more red squirrels, and thus more Frenemies and given their ever increasing numbers things are moving more towards the -en than the -frien side of things these days and yes they are cute…at times.

Watching snow melt

Although we have had a nice bevy of spring snows this year the sun rapidly comes out afterwards and thus with each passing snow comes a quick melt down. On a recent walk we took the time to sit and watch the snow melting over a creek which by the way is better than watching paint dry or water boil especially given the fact that “a watched pot never boils”.