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Snow day!


Fat balls for everyone!

There must be something in the avian metabolism that says, “eat! Eat like the wind!” when the snows come, because I have never seen so many little featherheaded bastards in my life, all jostling, squeaking and flapping around my leftovers. I had to bring them seconds and thirds or there was gonna be murder. Murder in my garden.

I reckon we got about four inches down here. No big, but enough to grind local commerce to a halt. London, they shut down part of the Underground (“part of it isn’t under ground,” Uncle B explained). That’s more than Hitler managed.

The Daily Mail is full of ZOMG and freakout, but that’s their job. Our local forecast looks like it’s all going over to rain tonight.

Pity. It was beautiful while it lasted.


Comment from dfbaskwill
Time: February 2, 2009, 8:49 pm

Us humans are the ones who voluntarily limit our fat intake. Birds, inheritors of the dinosaur history, need not bother with such idiocies! We probably will succumb long before our feathered friends.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: February 2, 2009, 8:56 pm

Something — I’m pretty sure it was a fox — just made off with the last of it. We heard the most extraordinary chittering and squeaking, and Uncle B was like, “turn on your flash unit and just fire off a picture out the front door.”

And I’m like, “duuuuuuuuuhOKAY.” Hard to believe I come from a land of rabies and poisonous things.

The camera wouldn’t fire anyhow, on account of the autofocus couldn’t get a bead on anything. And when I went around the house with a flashlight, the only tracks were near where the fatballs were today. And they looked like small dog. Also, two green eyes lit up under the beam in the next field over.

So, fox. Pretty sure.

Comment from The “Fox”
Time: February 2, 2009, 9:31 pm

Yeahhhh, sure. That’s what I am. Just a harmless li’l old fox. Not something dangerous that could tear your throat out at all. Nope – definitely a fox.

Comment from Mrs. Hill
Time: February 2, 2009, 10:13 pm

“Murder in my garden.”

A murder of crows?

Comment from MCPO Airdale
Time: February 3, 2009, 12:12 am

Was there an established pecking order to the bird’s feeding?

Comment from Scott
Time: February 3, 2009, 10:39 am

A murder of crows?

No, my dear…

Indeed, it was murder most fowl

Comment from Nicholas the Slide
Time: February 3, 2009, 12:04 pm

Beats an Unkindness of Ravens, I suppose.

Comment from apotheosis
Time: February 3, 2009, 12:10 pm

Was there an established pecking order to the bird’s feeding?

Well presumably the fat balls go to the biggest pecker.

Comment from armybrat
Time: February 3, 2009, 1:02 pm

“Well presumably the fat balls go to the biggest pecker.”

just look for the bird with the biggest feet…..or is that smallest feet….

Comment from steve
Time: February 3, 2009, 2:43 pm

“Well presumably the fat balls go to the biggest pecker.”

The oomedoodle bird?

Comment from Christopher Taylor
Time: February 4, 2009, 8:17 pm

Yeah I like the Daily Mail’s website for odd news bits but sometimes it is a bit tough to trust their accuracy and they manage to out celebgossip even Fox News and E! If Amy Winehouse cleaned up her act they’d lose half their news for the day.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: February 4, 2009, 8:41 pm

It’s true. I hate myself for reading the Mail. But I do it anyway, every day.

Comment from Dawn
Time: February 4, 2009, 11:40 pm

The Daily Mail is my secret shame, too!

I was going to ask why Paris Hilton was in London last week, but I was too embarrassed.

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