From our breakfast table, it sure looks gorgeous out, but I gotta go to campus this morning and keep tryin’ to learn ’em something. Meanwhile, here are a few more pictures from yesterday to tide you over.
A goldfinch seems to say, “see my wings and tail are still fancy, even in my drab winter coat.”
A male cardinal seems to say, “give me a break.”
After the red squirrel picture yesterday, a grey squirrel asks, “what am I, chopped liver?” Sorry, Buddy. To red-tailed hawks maybe, but to me the better analogy is “a dime, a dozen,” I’m afraid. Now if you would just let me catch you hauling a mouthful of leaves up to your nest…
Herring gulls continue to catch fish like they are going out of style.
And this youngster stopped by to ask “if any of that fish was left over?” But no, it’s gonna hafta catch its own.
There was a trio of geese on the rapids, and it seems that one of them might have gotten used to being fed by some well-meaning but misguided soul. He paddled right over to me and waited patiently, but I tried to explain that 1. I don’t have anything for him, and 2. even if I did, it would be bad for him
Nevertheless, he followed me down the shore like a polite puppy, and it was hard to say “no”, but I really didn’t have a scrap on me.
His mate wasn’t quite so bold, but dutifully followed along, and the third wheel kept its distance out in the middle of the river.
Lastly, here’s one more ice shot before the coming warm-up melts it all.