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Now that I'm throwing out critter food every morning the blue jays are as excited as the squirrels. They LOVE peanuts and the poor squirrels never have the chance to find them mixed in with the seed and cracked corn because the jays scope them out from above and then swoop down and grab them. This guy was really impatient for me to finish filling the feeders and scattering food.....he was squawking and chattering at me to hurry up!
The Rakehell, SCOPE's Anti-vehicular sniper rifle. It's double-barrel action is like giving someone a left and right hook... Except that someone is probably a tank, and you're not using your fists to hit it.
Scope charity shop in Workington, that is. He wandered in, and sat down. Nobody knew who he belonged to - his collar was missing too. He hadn't read the 'no dogs allowed' sign, but the volunteers were too soft-hearted to turn him out into the street.
My telescope had barely come out of its case for days, so I was desperate to digiscope something, even if it was on a power line and (like this Himalayan Bulbul) it was a fairly common species. (BTW, that's a serious quiff, isn't it?)