It is not unusual to find flocks of bald eagles in the winter in Wisconsin, congregating wherever they are able to find food. Yesterday they were sitting right along the roadside in a field where they had found a carcass. We counted 20 of them yesterday.
By the way, I decided to add a couple of categories to my posts: Birds and Wordless Wednesday. When I have some free time (whatever that is), I'll have to go back and tag some of my posts.
It is hard for birds to find food when the ground is covered with snow, and they need to eat enough each day to keep warm and healthy--especially through the long, cold night.
If you feed them daily and then suddenly stop, they could die before they find another food source.
I've read that birds who have not had enough to eat for just one day may not be able to keep their body heat up high enough during the night to survive.
It would be better if you did not feed them at all than starting and stopping.
It is also important to wash the birdfeeders weekly to keep sick birds from passing diseases to the others.
I cannot take mine inside to scrub it down, so, as often as the weather allows, I wash mine down with bleach.
I don't think many people understand this, so please, pass it on!
The Chickadee is a lively little fellow.
I've been trying to get a photo of his face.
And so I sit at the window and snap photo
If I go outside and stand perfectly still just a few feet from the birdfeeder, the Chicadee will come and flutter from branch to branch in the shrubs beside me.
If I turn my camera towards the saucy little fellow, he'll hop to the feeder, grab a seed, and flutter past me before I can get a single shot.
But at last...
This large beauty landed in my yard yesterday--I had never seen anything like it in our corner of Wisconsin. It has a leg band which makes me think it is a homing pigeon. I was able to walk up within a few yards of it, and I was baffled at how tame it was. It was not until I had the photos in my computer and was able to blow them up that my son pointed out that it was banded. We Googled homing pigeons and Rock Doves, and we found a lot of info about them. Perhaps this one is flying cross-country. I hope he will safely find his way home.
William of Orange was placidly washing up on the deck when he finally spied the bird. He dashed across the driveway and the bird flapped its way up to the top of the garage. Usually our cats are leery of big birds (they hate the chickens). I'm glad the dove was not harmed. And now I cannot help but wonder where he is headed and who is waiting for him!
When the dump truck drove into the driveway with a load of gravel, my husband happened to see this small Cedar Waxwing sitting along the side of the lane where the truck was about to dump it's load.
I scooped the little one up and gently set it into the back of our pickup truck--a place that was safe from the gravel and roaming cats, but was open for flight whenever it was ready.
The little beauty seemed to be stunned but healthy.
I dropped a fresh strawberry in beside it, and there was water in the back of the truck which he sipped.
No parent bird seemed to be guarding it--I'm not sure if it was an adult or not because it did not have the red on the tips of the feathers that an adult should have, but it did not look like a small bird straight from its nest, either.
By evening, we moved it into the tall grass by the pine trees, and in the morning it was gone.
No feathers were found (so there is a chance the cats did not find him).
I hope he survived; he was gorgeous!
We always welcome the return of the Robin in the spring.
It's about 10 weeks away from my daughter's wedding, and I've decided that if I want to flatten my tummy a bit before then, I need to get serious, right? So yesterday I went back to working with Spark People once more. Last year I shed 15 pounds on this program. It felt very good!
I'm starting the day with stretches and strength building exercises. Some of them are part of the Civil Air Patrol exercises we did at the last Winter Ranger. One of the exercises I've added to my routine is the old fashion sit-up: I've been doing crunches forever...and discovered that I couldn't do a single normal-styled sit-up at the first morning of physical training. That was embarrassing! Push-ups, pull-ups, the plank, and a stretching routine...plus a few more.
I also have gotten my running shoes out of the closet. I need to replace them, but until I do, the shuffling gait of my jog-walk will probably not suffer too much for it. I start my run by stretching. I walk a short distance and then run a little ways raising my legs high. Next I run as fast as I can for a few yards, then slow down and speed up again--just like my cross-country runner son does (no idea why they do this as a warm-up, but I copy him anyway). Then I start my jog. It probably looks more like a shuffle. I go as far as I am able to go without collapsing due to insufficient oxygen, and then I walk until I catch my breath. Jog--walk--jog--walk...until my mile is done (or until my legs won't move any further). I am gaining stamina.
So y'all will have to cheer me on. It would be nice to make this a lifestyle change that doesn't go away once I meet my goal.
Have a great day!
As I drove through this beautiful snowy valley, I saw lots of tracks up and down the hillsides. You may need to click on the photo and enlarge it to see the trails well.
It wasn't until I came across a hillside of wild turkeys feeding where the farmer had been spreading manure that I knew who had made the trails.