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taken on sunday outing with "The Breakfast Club".
downtown winnsboro.
taken this weekend with "The Breakfast Club"
Another photo taken on outing with "The Breakfast Club".
Seen at Zane's grandmothers' old home place in Sulphur Springs, Texas.
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After watching his off-spring feed it is now his turn and he gives me that proud look. I know how he feels.
He stared at my newly designed "Squirrel Proof Bird Feeder" for 15 minutes and then spotted me about 6 metres away and decided to postpone his attack on The Breakfast Club. If you want to know what he was watching look at the previous two uploads.
This little fella loves the sound of his own voice so to attract him I play a recording of him singing.
This chick sat giving me the stare for five minutes then turning his back on me...please see the previous upload.
I recorded him singing yesterday and i played it back to attract him today. He arrived within minutes.. notice his head tilted with his ear towards the recorder. /he sat for over 5 minutes enjoying his own call.
This little fella' turned up just as the feeders were being put away for the night. I do this to avoid them being savaged by Squirrels, Crows and Rats. I felt so guilty that I put some out for him. Who could resist that face.
We've all been there, you just settle down to the evening meal you've looked forward to all day... and a shadow appears.
One of my regular diners at The Breakfast Club... all I have to do is play a recording of another male Robin and he does his routine. Sits on the fence and sings, then slowly approaches to see who is invading his space.
Fully focused on the prize, I've just introduced the new "Fat Balls" to the feeder... and the queue is enormous. But he sits waiting for his turn.
Meet my stalker, Spike the Wood Pigeon. Unable to find a mate and rejected by his parents, Spike has taken a liking to me. He comes and sit next to me when I'm taking photo's in the garden. He waits at my backdoor each morning until I feed him, he won't let me stroke him but I have to be careful when I'm walking because he gets under my feet. I have to sit with him when he feeds, if I leave him he flies off leaving his food and won't come back until I return. He has a distinctive white spike on his white on his left side, hence the name.
Our newest member of the "Breakfast Club" looks so pleased with his discovery. Only weeks old this young Robin has watched his Mother and Father fly to feed in our garden but he's never had the courage to join them until today and he proudly shows it to his Father.
Two Blackbirds had disagreement in our feeders, making an awful mess.... this is the lead Detective in the Crime Scene Investigation.. first in to see what the trouble was.
Target In Sight.
After waiting for a place at the Captains Table this Blue Tit swoops when Robin left a spot.
An aggressive male Great Tit tries to bully this female Bullfinch off the feeder. but as you know bullies never win. She let him settle on the feeder and as he took his first bite she swiftly removed at least three of his tail feathers and he made a hasty retreat. He won't do that again.
This Song Thrush has been watching the feeders from a distance for a week, edging closer each day. You can only identify the males/females by their song. This one was giving nothing away... I suppose "Mum's The Word"
The "Top-Table" in my Breakfast Club. This Blue Tit seems more than happy with the selection available.
I appear to have found the only Robin with a peanut allergy.... Or maybe it doesn't like this brand of peanut butter.
The Collective noun for a group of Jackdaws is a "Clattering" and if like me, you have a family of them living in your garden, you'll know exactly why they are called that.
This Female Greater Spotted Woodpecker let them all know she was coming to feed by calling ahead but the Blue Tits ignored her and carried on feeding on her favourite spot. She had to wait a couple of minutes but once in position she stayed there for ten minutes.
The Starling ( Sturnus vulgaris).. note the blue under the beak which means this is a Male.
Multicoloured and loud, they have glossy black feathers with iridescent markings that can appear blue, green, purple, or iridescent in different lighting conditions. The Court Jesters of the Bird World .. the collective nouns are a "chattering" or a "murmurisation" ..
Taking his seat at the head of The Breakfast Club... King Charles The Chaffinch. He certainly thinks he owns the place with all the noise he makes as he approaches.
I've arranged my bird feeders so that I can look down on them from my bathroom window, this has two main advantages the first being able to look down on the feeding birds giving me a unique angle from above.... and the second is I can sit drinking coffee and eating biscuits while I do it.
What a pick-pocket... he snatched this from a female Blackbird and darted away looking very sheepish.
Charlie the Chaffinch.. he sits in a nearby tree and announces to the World that he is about to enter the dining area. He really is easy to predict.
Storm Eowyn blew my bird feeding stations to bits... this little fella' joined me as I inspected the damage today. Don't worry, within half an hour "The Breakfast Club" was up and running as usually.
Charles III The Chaffinch thinks he owns the garden. He enters to a fanfare and all and sundry must clear a path for him... including my Wife and I.
A family of six Ring Necked Parrots have decided to call our woods "Home"... don't forget I live near Newcastle which has a latitude of 50 degrees north. They visit our garden feeders at least twice a day. They started off in the South East of England about ten years ago and have slowly spread north. Some have been spotted in Scotland.
The Breakfast Club in our garden is over-subscribed.. think I'll have to open another "Branch".
SORRY !
Within minutes of filing the Breakfast Club feeders this male Robin appears and inspects the new menu. He didn't look too impressed at first then settled for a Sunflower seed.
Mission Impossible.
“Your mission, if you accept it, is to locate and remove (by eating) the peanut butter at the "Connor Hilton"