Look out world!

There is now a fiery red-headed version of me.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.



The F You Bird.

I keep a little hobby nature blog. ¬†Nothing fancy, just stuff I see around the property, etc. ¬†It would be a much better blog if I had the funds for a better camera and the physical ability to go and take more photos. ¬†But I don’t, so I do the best I can with what I’ve got. ¬†ūüėČ

This winter I got terribly bored with nothing much to photograph and found myself photographing the same 4 or 5 kinds of birds over and over again.  Mostly through the window, therefore not great quality.  But it was more fun than nothing at all.

We can’t afford to buy seed often, but hubby got me a great deal at the feed store around Christmas. ¬†And thanks to his lazy sporadic refilling of the feeder (LOL), we still have some seed left. ¬†ūüėČ

Over the winter I asked him to start putting a couple of handfuls of seed on the old little wooden table on the deck so that I could watch and photograph the birds there. ¬†It worked pretty good. ¬†Well… as good as photographing birds through double paned glass can be. ¬†ūüôā ¬† I was able to get some decent photos of quite a few varieties of local birds.

But we have this one bird, a male Northern Cardinal, and I really can’t decide if he is funny or annoying. ¬†He started out very annoying, and now I think he’s mostly funny. ¬†Most of the time the Cardinals around here are not terribly people-friendly. ¬†But this little fella is the opposite. ¬†He WANTS you to look at him.

He comes to the table and chirps, LOUDLY, and repeatedly until you come and watch him. ¬†He’ll chirp, then look for you. ¬†Chirp, then look for you. ¬†And when you come to the window, he looks quite pleased with himself. ¬†He turns left, showing you his side. ¬†He turns right, showing you his other side. ¬†Hopping and prancing about. ¬†He really puts on quite a show.

THEN… ¬†he does what has earned him the nickname “The F You Bird“.
Why such a name? ¬†Simple. ¬†He insists that you look at him. ¬†He hops around and insists that you bask in his beauty. ¬†But the moment that you get your camera, he flies away! ¬†Every. single. time. ¬†The first 100 times I thought it was a fluke. My bad luck, etc. ¬†But then it became obvious he is doing it on purpose. ¬†I have no idea what is running through his little bird brain. ¬†But he will stand there for what seems like FOREVER. ¬†As long as you don’t have the camera. And he’ll prance and pose. ¬†And then the second the camera is there – he looks at you as if he’s thinking “F You!” and flies away.

Of course I’m sure he’s not actually doing this for the reasons that it seems. ¬†But it is so uncanny and has happened literally hundreds of times. ¬†Once he did it nearly two dozen times in the course of a single day (yes I counted). ¬†He aggravated me so much that I became determined to get a picture of what I had dubbed “The F You Bird“. ¬† He’s been doing this for months. ¬†And if I get so annoyed with him that I decide that I am not going to look at him, he will literally sit on that table and chirp and chirp and chirp loudly and frantically for up to 20 minutes at a time. ¬† Until you look at him, then he poses and prances for as long as you stand there without the camera. ¬†I have even tried walking away and walking back, and he never flies, unless I have my camera.

Of course I could simply photograph another Cardinal, as I have done many times before. ¬†But now it’s become a thing. ¬†I must get a decent photo of The F You Bird.

But I have to admit I have come to enjoy The F You Bird‘s antics. ¬†My husband didn’t put any seed out on the table for probably two weeks or more and yesterday evening he finally put some seed back out there. ¬†And tonight right before dark, I was sitting here at my desk and I hear, “Chirp! ¬†Chirp! ¬†Chirp!” ¬†and I instantly¬†recognized¬†the odd sound of the F You Bird. ¬†I swear he sounds like no other bird. ¬†And I looked out the window and there he was, chirping and looking for me. ¬†My husband was in the kitchen and I yelled, “He’s back! ¬†He’s back!” ¬†As I darted for my camera.

My husband said, “Who?”

I said, “The F You Bird.”

(He laughed at me, of course.)

But tonight The F You Bird let me take his photo. ¬†Perhaps The F You Bird knew it was nearly dark and my photos would be crummy anyway. ¬†ūüėČ ¬†But he let me snap a picture before taking off.

I still have a goal of getting a decent photo of The F You Bird. ¬†I’ll let you know if it happens. ¬†But for now, the elusive F You Bird has been captured on film. ¬†I finally have proof of his¬†existence. ¬†ūüėČ

Photo Friday

This is one of our dogs.  His name is Odie.
Yes, he is named after the cartoon, courtesy of one of our daughters. ¬† ūüôā

Odie is a Black Mouth Mountain Cur. ¬†We rescued him as a pup. ¬†Someone was very cruel to Odie. ¬†Very cruel. ¬†When we took him in he had a head injury, severe mange, lots of worms, and he was suffering from severe malnutrition. ¬†If someone even said “No” to the kids in his presence, he would hit the ground expecting to be hit. ¬†It was awful. ¬†He was with us for over a year before he realized that food really was going to come every single day and he didn’t have to inhale every bit of dog food the second he saw it.

One of his favorite past times is sliding down the hills. ¬†He does it in grass. ¬†He does it in wet grass. ¬†He does it in snow. ¬†It’s so much fun to watch. ¬†But without fail, every time I get the camera, he stops and runs to me. ¬†One of these days hopefully I’ll catch it on film and if I do, I’ll share it with you. ¬†He slides down the long hill with the type of joy that you see in little kids. ¬†It’s fun to watch.

He is a champ of a dog.  His personality is amazing.  The fragile, weak, bony, bald, infected, young dog turned into a well muscled, healthy bear of a dog.  He loves every one of us around here and is a great guard dog.  He is a special fella, who realizes we saved him.  He was an old enough pup when we rescued him that he remembers some of his bad treatment, but he also remembers that we saved him.  And there is nothing quite like the love of a dog that knows what you did for him.

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