At the Feeder

Posted on July 8, 2007 in Creatures Weather

The year has famine on the wing. I noticed a pair of [[lesser_Goldfinch|goldfinches]] picking at the purple plums the other day, so I filled the bird feeder. A pair of [[sparrow|sparrows]] came yesterday and cleaned out the millet, the safflower, and the sunflower seeds. My cats watched them in fascination.

Normally I do not see birds at the feeder this time of year. This season, however, with the light rains of the winter they have no forage on the hills. The grass has been blasted down by the wind and by the roving deer. It will not surprise me if the mountain lions come to the loma and the canyons sniping for rabbits. You can’t chew on blue skies, mash the seeds of the clouds if they leave no rain.