Finn is Tucker’s best bud who got to come for his first sleepover this weekend.
When these two boisterous boys get together it’s a toy tugging…
…crazed romping kind of day.
They really are the best of buds.
Whereas our backyard is overflowing with bird feeders, our front yard is filled with flowers – with Lilies being the beauties that are currently blossoming.
This morning, I went out and snapped a few photos while the raindrops from last night’s showers were still decorating the petals.
I love the vibrancy of their colors, especially with an overcast sky.
I do have to act fast if I want to get a picture that isn’t missing petals, as the beast sees anything that is growing in the garden as a salad-type-snack.
I am thinking of suggesting a remake of Doris Day’s 60’s movie “Please Don’t Eat the Daisies,” only this one would star a handsome Lab mix named Tucker. How about “Please Don’t Lunch on the Lilies” for a title?
The list of little ones showing up at the backyard feeders continues to grow.
This week, several young Downy Woodpeckers have spread their wings and made their way out to dine on their own.
This sweet little guy was quite curious about the Bark Butter branch…
…and was delighted to sample the ware.
His red patch of feathers will be on the top of his head while he is young…
…but when he grows to be an adult, the patch will be bolder and brighter and will move to the base of his head, like this fellow below.
Of course, not all the little ones are allowed out alone yet. Some are still told to stay in the treetops and wait for their food to be delivered.
I love baby bird season!
A lovely little lizard has been lounging on my front porch pillar lately.
She, whom I have taken to calling Lola, is a creature of gorgeous glowing green, with some cool aquatic colors around her eye.
I’m not sure how long lizards usually live, but I shall enjoy her company for as long as she hangs around.
Just like it is with humans, toddler-hood is an age of discovery for birds.
This morning, a young Mockingbird ventured forth without Mom and Dad’s presence (and I think without their permission!) and landed on the Bark Butter Branch.
He then proceeded to loudly cry out, announcing his discovery and watching for his parents to join him.
When Mom showed up, she clearly wasn’t quite ready for such independence and sent this inquisitive hooligan to the safety of the shrubs while she gathered some breakfast. (FYI – I used the “inquisitive hooligan” description because that’s what my daughter’s friend group called themselves in college!)
Surprisingly, little Junior complied with the relocation command…
…and then flew off to follow Mom (and her beak-full of Bark Butter) to the front yard.
Meanwhile, another youngster (who also arrived without parental supervision) perched on a branch in the middle of the yard and curiously surveyed the fountain below.
Toddler-hood is definitely an age of discovery!
McDonald’s has a play area for the little ones.
And Chick-fil-A has a play area for the little ones.
And apparently so does my backyard bird buffet!
One of the Mama White-breasted Nuthatches (I’m saying Mama, but it could be a Daddy) has been bringing her crew of youngsters to the backyard lately.
And while she eats and drinks…
…they have fun exploring the Bark Butter branches that are strapped to the deck. I’m pretty sure it’s a bit like a Jungle Gym to them.
Occasionally they puff up their feathers to try and get Mom’s attention…
….or give her a loud squawk…
…but mostly they just hang around.
If you just saw the pictures it would be hard to tell that they are juveniles, but if you watch their antics there is little doubt!
Not only are they having fun climbing about, they are also discovering that they can grab some food all by themselves.
Of course, their Brown-headed cousins want in on the action too!
With their curious nature and their cheerful chirping, Nuthatches are always fun to have around!
One of the Robins that has been frequenting the backyard feeders is missing a leg – or at least part of one – but it doesn’t seem to slow him down in the least.
I call him Han…after Han Solo…because, well, solo meaning one…anyway…you get it…
Han, in typical brash Robin style, often lands on a peak perch and announces that it is his turn to partake of the Bark Butter.
He relies on a good bit of wing flapping to help him stay balanced when he is eating or drinking.
It really is rather fascinating to watch him.
I love how this fellow bravely refuses to be limited by his limitation! That sounds like a true Jedi knight to me!