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| Sometimes the hawk will land on a barrel and dare me to make a move toward him. No thanks. |
Yesterday was getting colder and the icy snow began to fall. The birds had enjoyed a feast but the snow-ice covered the remaining corn on the two barrels. I found two aging apples in the fridge and put one on each barrel.
I did some grading work and came back to look at the feeding zone. A squirrel was hugging and eating his apple on the recycle barrel. No one was going to get it from him. A starling was pecking the apple's flesh away steadily on the garbage barrel. The normal feeding contingent was all over the ground, finding the slightly covered seed I tossed earlier.
