Mom and I were sitting on the back deck the afternoon I arrived in Indiana. This pretty (homing?) pigeon watched us from the roof of the garage for a while. Then she came down to check us out, though she wasn’t interested in the black sunflower seeds we offered her.
Mom says she looks like she was carved out of Ivory soap. And those red feet!
After a while she swooped through the yard and away over the fields, hopefully toward home!
So this Cooper’s hawk stopped by the feeder outside our library window this morning. He spent a long time looking around like, “Don’t delay the party on my account.” But no one else showed up.
Well, no one except this one clueless squirrel who busied himself selecting cracked corn from the scattered offerings on the ground.
Señor Ardilla was all, “WTF!!?” when the hawk flew away.
(Please excuse the fuzzy image, but the body language says it all!)
Because the flea market cymbals are outside waiting for a Brasso treatment and the bird came along to check me out.