Greetings fellow birdie watchers. This is The Daily Bone and I'm your vigilant doggie reporter Chester L. W. Spaniel.
Today alias Twinkletoes of the Evil Squirrel Cartel, was snarfing birdie seeds under the feeder. His buddy Fatty White-ears was out there too! I went out and chased them both up the silver maple tree. End of story? Nope.
The Great Grackle Flying PTA (Poop Tossers Association) started dive bombing them! Those rotten squirrels couldn't go down the tree because I'd chase them back up again. They couldn't go up the tree, because the grackles would peck them. They kept running around and around in the branches! You should have heard the racket! The grackles were shouting, chuk chuk chuk chuk screeeeeee churk churk taweeeeet, and the squirrels were cursing, probably HBO words that I can't repeat here.
One of the squirrels managed to jump into the arbor vitae hedge, and make his way to the tall blue spruce in the neighbor's yard. Big mistake! That's where the big grackle boss Effluvium Scatterstool and his wife have a nest. Now the word was out, and dozens more grackles began arriving from all over the neighborhood to join the fight! I wish we could have gotten pictures of this riot! The spruce branches were soon filled with squawking grackles, and the squirrel could hardly move anywhere! Meanwhile, the other squirrel made a run for it, with the grackles dive bombing him all the way across the green belt! That'll teach those squirrels not to steal birdie seeds!
Well, you know what they say, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. I'm thinking that maybe I don't dislike those grackles as much anymore.
PS. Don't feel bad for the squirrels. They've been known to eat bird eggs and baby birdies too. This kind of mobbing behavior by the grackles occurs whenever they see another animal get near their nests. They dive bomb me too if I get too close.
Hello! This is The Daily Bone and I'm your earnest doggie reporter Chester L. W. Spaniel.
We have lots of flowers blooming right now.
The sky the last few days has been just as amazing as the flowers. Here are some pictures in no particular order:
In other news, we received a lovely get well card from Princess Leah and her family.
It has butterflies on it! Beautiful! Just like my dearest Princess.
I'm happy to say ghostwriter's knee is improving. She's able to walk more and more, and it's not as stiff anymore. She thinks maybe she can go back to work in two weeks, if things keep getting better. She is very grateful for all the well wishes from our Blogville friends.
Hey, if she goes back to work, that means she won't be home with me. But Dad will be home, so I guess that's all right.
We interrupt your regularly scheduled program to bring you a fast breaking TDB news flash.
We just caught our first June bug of the season! It was a real big and fat June bug too! Ghostwriter snatched it right out of the air! When we brought it in the house, it flew out of her hand! It was a very buzzy, bumbly bug, that's for sure! I chased it around and caught it a couple times before we took it to our photo studio.
Um, hi …
I'm a June bug.
How do I get out of here?
We let the bug go outside after the photo session, and I went back to chewing on my last bit of rawhide bone.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled program now in progress.
Greetings fellow bird watchers. This is The Daily Bone and I'm your observant doggie reporter Chester L. W. Spaniel.
Spring is in full swing here. Needless to say, the trees are full of birdie drama. We have three birdie feeders in my back yard that attract all kinds of birdies. There's a pair of cardinals living nearby. We hear them singing all day long. A white throated sparrow came by for a couple days, but moved on. Some beautiful yellow goldfinches have been around, singing like crazy. Purple finches and chipping sparrows are flitting around the pear tree.
White throated sparrow and cardinal.
However, the Great Grackle Flying PTA (Poop Tosser's Association) has been hogging up most of the seeds! Here's the big grackle boss Effluvium Scatterstool, at the lower left of the photo below, with his feathers all puffed out, singing a screechy song to his girlfriend Poopsie Sournote. Notice the little sparrows sitting on the feeder perches trying to get a few bites before the grackles chase them away. I'm sure they wish they had ear plugs so they don't have to listen to that horrible grackle song!
Later that day, while old Effluvium was presiding over a seed snarfing session with some of his buddies—I think they're names are Shiny Poopitcher, Screech Crapflinger, and Ditsy Waddlesquirt—and look who showed up. It's that Evil Squirrel Cartel operative, alias Twinkletoes!
Hmmm. I wonder what they're talking about? Whatever it is, it can't be good. I'm sure it's a deal to plunder the birdie feeder and then share the loot.
I ran out and chased off that conniving rabble!
Now back to the birdie drama. The grackles have built their nests in the penthouse apartments of the surrounding evergreen bushes and trees. While their wives sit on their eggs, the menfolk perch on the top branches of our silver maple tree, bragging and showing off their greasy feathers to each other. They're also on the look out for marauding crows, hawks, and cats. You can tell if they've spotted something. They all start shouting, chuck chuck chuck scarreeeeeeech! Then their wives come out and start yelling too: churk churk churk churk churk! Screeeeech, chuck chuck taweeeeeet! What a cacophony! Then they all fly off in the direction of the intruder on their territory. I had to laugh yesterday when they decided to dive bomb alias Twinkletoes who was sitting up the tree! I guess their deal fell through after he started snitching their eggs! Well, there's no honor among thieves! Heheh!
Now the Stodgy Robin Society has been constructing their nests as well. One pair lives in the blue spruce in my front yard. Mr. and Mrs. Wormgrinder hop around proudly, yank big fat worms out of the lawn and gobble them up, and fiercely attack any of their neighbors who dare to enter their sovereign domain.
The entire Stodgy Robin Society puts on a chorus at dawn and dusk. People think their songs are so lovely: cheer up, cheerio, cheer up, cheerio, cheer up, cheerio, cheerio, chirp chirp chirp. But my doggie ears know the translation: hey you, listen up, this here's my turf, so you get lost or else I'll peck your eyeballs out!
Sparrows Incorporated has been holding their annual convention and kickboxing championships over in the arbor vitae hedge. I kid you not! Those sparrows can sure fight. Sometimes even the ladies duke it out something fierce! What a noisy commotion they make! I don't know how the humans nearby get any rest.
Now the mourning doves arrive to snarf seeds off the ground. They're some of the more pleasant birdies around here.
They don't bother anybody, and they're not scared of the grackles. They like to sit on the roof tops, and sing their gentle cooing songs. They're kind of like the hippies of the birdie world. All they want is peace, love, and ice cream. But they're also not shy about getting it on anywhere they happen to be, if you know what I mean.