These are funky times

when it comes to bird appearance. Everybody is molting to a certain degree but the Blue Jays are looking the roughest. However, we are now past the chicken skin naked phase and new feathers are starting to show. I just love this wild mix of textures and colors.

Last but not least,  Herr von Bödefeld finally made another showing too 😍 I always feel so bad for opossums in the winter and want to make them little possum mittens. By the way, if you find little compact pellets in your feeders in the mornings, you might have an opossum coming around to feed. They munch on the seeds and then make a compact pellet out of the hulls and spit that out. It is not poop!

Feeling cute, might delete later...

I think the MoDos should develop a modeling course.

They certainly know what they are doing in front of the camera. 😆

He is not all in focus, but I loved the determined expression on this little Finch man.

Spikey Blue Jay season is upon us.

I love that spikey look.

Still here, hanging in there. The number of photos I get on the booth have gone down from up to 10.000 a day to a mere 1.300. But everything seems ok in the yard. I hear and see Bluebirds, I hear the Redbellied Woodpeckers, the Cardinals, the Nuthatches. They are just not coming to the yard in big numbers right now. But I know they will be back. A Downy Woodpecker has taken residence in the Bluebird house, just like last year. It goes to bed at seven and gets up at seven. This blog might slow down a bit after the summer bonanza, but I am determined :) I hope everybody is having a good week so far despite so many issues to be upset about. Birds and the nature around me are a soothing reminder of my own mortality. And the miracle and joy of being alive. Sleep tight.