It's Saturday morning at the Garden of Weeden All-You-Can-Eat Buffet . The wrens, junkos and chickadees are gleefully feasting on and around the feeder, when a squirrel charges up the wrought iron shepherds hook, scattering the birds in every direction. It resembled a whirly-gig breaking apart. If it wasn't so natural, i wouldn't feel any hesitation to describe it as magical! The squirrel makes it up the pole using the momentum behind a running start and then hangs from the feeder by her/his feet to feed.
Things begin to settle. Some of the braver birds venture back to the feeder but most are content to pick up fallen seeds from the ground. Suddenly the squirrel flees down the pole and over to the safely of the old evergreen tree. "What just happened", i think to myself just as i see, out of the corner of my eye, the chickens charging toward the feeder from across the yard.
Are the chickens charging at the squirrel? i don't know for sure but i think not. Carmen has charged the squirrel when it was feeding at her seed dish but they will run, one after the other, across the yard on occasion. The squirrel is pretty smart though. S/he must know that the chickens can't get up that shepherds hook.
i love sitting here in my diningroom/mudroom, drinking some chewable coffee and watching the Garden of Weeden. It gives me a little peace.
While i was loading these pictures, i saw Precious chase a squirrel off the back porch, away from her seed dish. Wish i could have gotten a picture.
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