If the weekend had gotten any more perfect, I’d have thought I’d died and gone to Heaven. The weather was beautiful, topping 80 on Saturday. Our grass is getting greener by the minute, all the bushes are putting on leaves, and the crabapple tree in the backyard will soon be in full bloom. Birds are everywhere, with robins and red-tipped blackbirds adding their appearances to the myriad of wrens, sparrows, finches, and cardinals that normally spend their day in our yard.
Before I show you some weekend pics, I’ve got to tell you about the excitement we had in the backyard one morning last week. On Wednesday, when Ted got to the sunporch with his coffee, he noticed the big birdfeeder, which is usually hanging from a branch in the crabapple tree, was on the ground. Now that’s happened a couple of times before, and usually the cause is a squirrel chewing through the cord that attaches the birdfeeder to the metal hook curving over the branch. Upon investigation though, Ted found the cord intact – in fact the whole birdfeeder was fine – it was just on the ground. It was a mystery to be sure. Ted finally decided that a raccoon must have been in the yard (although we’ve never seen a raccoon in the yard, it’s always a possibility – raccoons are everywhere in the woods around us) and climbed the tree. Being the smart little critters they are, he could just imagine one (or two) messing with the hook until they somehow wiggled it off the branch.
Ted rehung the feeder, came inside to drink his coffee, and when I got up, he told me the story of the “birdfeeder on the ground” and his raccoon theory. We chatted about that for a few minutes, then moved on to other subjects. About an hour later, Bear went to the door, asking to go out. He likes to hang out on the deck in the morning, watching for squirrels or ducks or any other creatures that might appear. He never goes after them unless Maddie does, but he likes seeing them first.
I got up off the couch, went to the door, and just as I opened it, I saw something big appear out of the corner of my eye, coming in fast from the trees above our neighbor’s house. As I stood there in stunned silence, a huge hawk swooped down, coming in feet first like a runner sliding into homebase, and perfectly snatched a red-tipped blackbird off the birdfeeder. He grabbed the bird in his claws, threw it into reverse for a couple of wingflaps, then slowly rose into the sky, gaining height until he landed in a big pine next door – where he sat and enjoyed blackbird pie for breakfast. Even though I felt really bad for the poor blackbird, it was a really amazing sight, and Ted and I immediately changed our raccoon theory to the hawk theory, suspecting that the big raptor had been using the birdfeeder as his own personal McDonald’s on at least one other occasion. Geez, I wish I could have captured it with my camera!
Yep – perfect weekend. Hope yours was the same, and you spent it enjoying the great outdoors as much as you could. See you on Friday!