Birdwatching

Bright New Year

January 1, 2017 – Looking out the kitchen window this morning, our sunny thermometer reads 44°F, but I don’t believe it. A quick check of the NWS website confirms my suspicions… it’s only 28°F. Still, that’s not too bad for early January. I repeat that to myself as I put on my barn coat and head for the garage. The coffee’s brewing, but I’ve found that I can’t really enjoy my morning cup until the birds have been fed. Silly, really, because the birds would do just fine without me. Nevertheless, I scoop out some peanuts for the bluejays, cardinals, and titmice and fill up the peanut feeder. Then it’s two more trips from the garage to the back fence with sunflower seed to fill up the feeders for the sparrows, the wrens, and the chickadees. These birds are our “regulars,” although we occasionally see a nuthatch and the red-bellied and downy woodpeckers. Of course, the grey squirrels just eat anywhere and everywhere–we’ve long since stopped trying to “squirrel-proof” the feeders. They’re all welcome here.

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Looking out the back sunroom windows

Back in the house, I find a comfortable spot in the sunroom with my coffee, a blanket, and Samson. With everybody fed (including Samson), I can now watch the backyard wildlife activity essentially guilt-free.

The small, fluffy brown sparrows are at the feeders almost before I get back in the house. They benefit from the thick wall of English ivy growing in the back corner of the yard–perfect shelter and almost-perfect cover from the hawks and cats. The ivy leaves rustle and the vine tendrils flap as the sparrows zip in and out with their seeds.

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Lush English ivy provides good cover for small birds…
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…but the hawk is always watching nearby.

Closer to the house, the peanut feeder provides some really amazing viewing. The blue jays glide in from the nearby power lines like feathered jet aircraft on final approach, announcing  their intent to land with a startling hawk-like cry. They are the most adept at piercing and extracting peanuts still in the shell, usually arriving and leaving before I can grab my camera.

The cardinal and the titmouse are less skillful, yet incredibly determined… and this persistence pays off. If, after a bit of tug-of-war, they can fly off with a peanut in the shell–great! That seems to be the preferred method, and you can’t blame them for wanting a bit of privacy while eating breakfast.

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Peanut tug-of-war

However, sometimes things don’t go as planned, and they wind up just pecking through the shell and eating the peanuts at the feeder. Either way, a meal is achieved.

The squirrels just go for brute force, often destroying the feeder in the process. We’ve found that the wire (heavy wire) feeders last the longest, but often need some modification. Joe had to fasten this feeder’s top more securely to prevent the squirrels just dumping the contents all out at once. Now, they still manage to empty it in record time, but at least the other birds have a chance to get their fair share, too! But they have to be quick…

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We got three cute seed cakes from my brother for Christmas, each shaped like an owl’s head. Joe attached one of them to the bottom of the bird feeder. Here’s a sweet titmouse grabbing a quick bite:

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This lasted only a day before we found the seed cake head in pieces on the ground… we suspect squirrels. Seed cake head #2 is hanging from the corner of the shed roof. So far, it has survived about a week. Perhaps the squirrels don’t like the slippery shed roof. As long as there’s easier and tastier pickings elsewhere, we may never know… but squirrels usually find a way.

 

Travel

Straigona Bed & Breakfast, Orkney

Note: This is an out-of-sequence post about our recent trip to Scotland. More to come.

A little more than half-way through our trip, it was time to trade in our car for an airplane. The 45-minute flight from Inverness to Kirkwall would be a nice change after spending many days driving. Plus, this flight was between two little airports, minimizing the usual big-airport hassles. No long lines, no bus rides to distant terminals, no long treks to far away gates…everything in one place. And, you get to walk right out onto the tarmac to board the airplane–what fun!
Arriving in Kirkwall, we checked in with the car rental office (again, it was right there–no shuttle ride needed!), obtained the keys, and went off to find the car. After throwing the luggage in the back and ourselves in the front, we looked at each other and wondered (not for the first time) how we would find our way to our new “home.” It was getting on towards evening, we’d been traveling all day, we were a bit stressed out, and Google Maps was no longer being helpful. It was time for extreme measures. I took a deep breath, and I proceeded to use the phone as a phone. Brilliant.

And, by golly, it worked. In just a few seconds I was talking with Julie at Straigona B & B who assured me that we were only minutes away… a left, another left, and a quick right at the chicken coop. She’d even be waiting outside the front door looking for us and waving us in. Well, she wasn’t kidding… in 2 minutes we were there, and Julie was on the front porch waiting. I had no idea that I’d picked a B&B so conveniently located.

Straigona is a lovely 2-story modern house (but be careful… what we in the States would call the 2nd floor is called the 1st floor in the UK. I had forgotten that and was expecting to be on the ground level–not a preference, I just remembered reading on the website about the rooms being on the 1st floor. All the guest rooms are up one level, which is actually BETTER for reasons I’ll explain later. But I digress…) complete with chickens in the front yard, cats in the house (but not allowed in the guest areas), and sheep across the street. Perfect! We hauled our bags out of the car and into the foyer.

As we gazed around, Julie gave us a warm welcome and pointed out a few items of interest. The stairs behind us led up to the guest rooms–there are three… ours was named Inganess.  Shelves along the wall and staircase held brochures, guidebooks, maps, binoculars, and games. A short hallway led to the back of the house and the dining room where there was always homemade baked items available 😊 and a refrigerator for our use. We put in a request for a picnic lunch the next day and headed up to the room.

Standing just inside the door, we noticed the usual wonderful B&B amenities–charming double bed plus a single, two reading chairs, dresser with tea service, and attached bathroom. But the best thing about Inganess was the window! I didn’t measure it, but it was big. And, here is where being on the 2nd floor (in US-speak) paid off–the view. The window opened outward with no screen so you could stick your head (or your camera) out and take in the view–sheep, airport, sea, and sky. Fabulous! And at night–stars, Moon, even aurora, if you’re lucky. I highly recommend Inganess, if you can get it.

The next morning, we came downstairs to a lovely breakfast and this was waiting for us: img_3937
Truly, the best picnic lunch ever… ham and cheese (local!) sandwiches, chips, thermos of hot water for tea, thermos of milk, and more baked items. 😊 What made it even better is that we ate it here: img_3931…the ancient settlement of Skara Brae. Well, okay, so we ate it in the car while parked outside the visitor center at Skara Brae because it was cold and windy, but still…

After the restorative lunch, we headed down to the beach at Skara Brae. Wild and beautiful.img_3932

After spending a happy hour or so dodging waves and scouting around for interesting beach stuff, we headed back to Straigona.img_3934

Sitting in cozy Inganess, sipping tea and watching the sky, we realized–once again–that there was no way we’d be able to experience even 1/4 of what this area of Scotland has to offer. Although we did get to see a stone circle, a beautiful cathedral, and some amazing countryside, there was so much more. Two days were not enough.

So, way too soon, we were packing up and heading back to the little airport. img_4001

As we walked out to the plane, I turned to look across the fields at Straigona, giving it one last wave farewell and making a promise to return.straigona-rainbow