Monday, May 04, 2009

Then there were none.

I found a can of mealy worms at the garden center. They are supposed to be a special treat for bluebirds. I dumped them in Helga, the garden statue's saucers and went about my business.
I heard an uproar of bird call, song or noise depending on what mood you are in. I looked over and the Bluebirds had found the worms. So had a pair of Ruby-crowned Kinglet's. There seemed to be some sort of discussion about ownership going on.
While the "discussion" continued in the Plum tree I watched a Black-capped Chickadee check out the worms.
It was arrival of the Phoebe's that scattered everybody, which is odd because they are such silly shy birds. A pair are reusing a nest under the upper deck, that they had built last year. The dried moss is hanging from the nest but other than that it seems to be usable.
I'm not going to check on the status of the worms. I bought them as a treat for my bird friends. They give me so much pleasure watching them.
Now, I'm going out to the barn and find my Hummingbird feeders. I'm hoping that I cleaned them out and stored them away properly. But, if I put them away the way I did not tend to my garden I'm in for a long search.
Wish me luck.

1 comment:

  1. Oh to have such wonderful bird life. Jim and I both love our birds, though nothing as exotic as yours. Did you take any photos of the mealy worm feast?? You must buy some more now. They'll be thinking, 'It's Monday, where are our worms'!! LOL.