Profile in courage

The feeder was full first thing this morning. We had Blue Jays, American Magpies, and a Northern Flicker or two trying to get at the peanuts. However, this scrub jay fussed at them and mostly kept everyone away.

Then, after all that effort, this jay would fly from the feeder to the nearby shrubs to hide the peanuts. I mean, no subterfuge whatsoever. A direct line from feeder to shrubs. I waited for the others to start raiding the peanut cache, but I never saw anyone try it.

Perhaps the other birds took note for later in the season when they’ll need food. If so, I envy them their memories. I had trouble locating my coffee cup this morning.

Day 6: Things I learned in Stockholm

An elevator (aka lift), is identifiable by a silent HISS:

This is a Western Jackdaw (image from because those taken on my phone are poor quality). We kept hearing and catching glimpses of the bird yesterday, but weren’t sure what it was. Now we know. A Western Jackdaw!

It’s possible to walk a whole lotta dogs without any muss or fuss:

The National Library of Sweden has very nice toilets that are FREE to the public, plus nice statuary next to the entrance/exit:

Zebu, Zippy, and a very chill woman.

The last thing I learned? It’s WAY easier to take photos with my camera and download them to my laptop than to transfer between phone and computer . . .


Every gaudy color is a bit of truth

Today I was treated to a Western Tanager sighting.

Public domain photo that I wish I'd caught.

Public domain photo that I wish I’d caught.

As before when I spotted one of these birds, I wondered what it’s like to wake up every day looking so very eye-catching. Is there a lot of pressure associated with displaying those bold colors? Are there days when the tanagers wish they were more finch-like and adorned with dull, brown feathers?

Yes, I realize I’m anthropomorphizing.
But that doesn’t stop those wheels from turning in my head.

“Every gaudy color is a bit of truth.”  ~ Nathalia Crane