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 –
finch, sparrow, backyard staples
tufted titmouse joins the establishment
black-capped chickadee with Tufty
chicka-boom
chicka-tittle
tufted twosome
no great tit here
the new administration
peek-a-tit takes over
mouse of tit variety
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
Philosofishal by Carrie Tangenberg 