January 18, 2017 – Titmice, chickadees, house finches, and the ubiquitous house sparrow have been competing with squirrels for our backyard fodder. Hubby watched two squirrels crowd the suet feeder, one impatiently waiting for the other to get the bushy tail off.
Of sparrows, mice, chicks, houses, tufts, finches, caps, food, tits and a squirrel-proof feeder –
Happy backyard birding and squirrelling, and remember, brevity is the soul of tit.
P.S. To All Scots, Scotch Descendants, and Lovers of Scotland and Poetry, Happy January 25th. Have an excellent Burns Night supper!
ICYMI: Here’s my post about Burns’ “To a Mouse” poem.
For a marriage of wild breast taxonomy and Scotland, ogle these: The Paps of Jura