One of the things that has made my life more interesting since Chéri and I locked ourselves in our apartment, is bird watching.
Now, to be honest, that’s pretty much 95% of sparrow-watching. Which can seem not so exciting.
At the beginning of the summer, my wish was to get a cardinal to visit our feeder. I knew we had a couple of them in the neighbourhood, and I sooooo wanted the red feathered cuties to choose hour balcony.
And they did. We had a couple, and two amazing babies. They come every morning, and every evening. We communicate from a distance (they are incredibly nervous birds). I whistle to invite them when I put their food out, and they are quick to come. And if I sleep late, and miss breakfast, they come to the window and let me know I need to do my job.
One thing I didn’t expect, or even hope for, was to get blue jays. To me, Montréal was not fit for them. I’ve always seen them in forests, and never in cities… Yet, this morning, I suddenly heard an unusual bird call coming from the balcony. I ran to the window, not really believing my ears (I didn’t want to be disappointed).
But there it was… After five months of patience, the first visit of a beautiful blue jay! I watched my new friend feeding on peanuts and being its loud self, until it flew away graciously.
I wish I had a picture, or video of my own, but this was so unexpected that I didn’t want to walk away from the window to get my phone… Maybe some other day, if Mr Blue Jay dares to come back.
Nice! In Colorado we had woodpeckers Jersey thzt when on the roof, sounded like someone knocking on the door 😉
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Jersey?? My phone is going nuts!🤯
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