A few months ago I did a very calculated, and some might say, quite mean thing: I moved one of my birdfeeders to the front yard. You see, for the first two years of our living in this house, there has always an owl sitting in the trees to the left of our dining room. But lately, the owls have been elsewhere. We’ve gotten glimpses of them and we hear them nightly but they’ve been hiding. I’m fully aware that this is likely due to the Red-tail Hawk hanging out near their nest. But me being me, I’m sure it’s connected to my excessive stalking but they are so freaking awesome and I am more than slightly obsessed…
Which brings me to the birdfeeder move - I figured, if there were birds eating seed, there would be seed falling to the ground. And if there were seed on the ground, there would be chipmunks coming to scavenge. And if there were chipmunks coming to dine, there would be owls hunting for dinner. Cruel, yes but that is the way mother nature works. And I like owls waaaayyy better than chipmunks right now.
My dastardly plan worked! Since the feeder relocation, I’ve seen the owls again. Mr. and Mrs. Owl have been in and out of the tree and the youngsters from last year have been out and about on the branches. Yesterday, I watched this guy from the kitchen door for about fifteen minutes. Note the Dumb Squirrel that was trying to get down to the seed and chose the wrong branch to use as his freeway. Good thing Owl apparently did not want Dumb Squirrel for dinner because he ignored him, waiting patiently for the right distracted chipmunk to show up before he swooped down to get dinner.
You can see he thinks it’s my fault. He’s probably right. I was pressed against the window with the camera making high-pitched squealing noises.
After several dirty looks, he took off to wait on a branch for another chance.
Then, Husband spotted his brother hunting in the backyard, swooping down for a chipmunk and also missing. Sadly, we took no pictures of that. We were too in awe of the spectacle to remember to shoot. I also missed getting pictures of the “my branch, get off” wing fight they had minutes later but it was wicked cool to see. Sibling wars are the same species wide.
Now if I could only see where the new nest was life would be good. There is nothing more awesome than watching the babies waddle their way out and learn to fly.
Is it wrong that I’m currently pricing bird feeders on Amazon so I can increase their hutting odds?
Probably not as wrong as screaming in my best football fan voice, “GET HIM! GET HIM! GET HIM! DIE CHIPMUNK, DIE!!!”
Might need to find a therapist. I don’t seem to be all right in the head.
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