. At this time of the summer, 6 PM is the sparrows’ dinner time. They pass the word around and fly by our front balcony all at once, enjoying the bird bath, the seeds of all kinds and the peanuts. If they’re too loud, I shush them once or twice, to remind them that we…… Continue reading Call me Snow White!
Remember the twins? I wish I could, for just fifteen minutes straight. My sterling twins are incredibly cute, but as previously mentionned, they are loud. Oh man, do they tweet from the top of their tiny, yet ultra powerful lungs! And they love my balcony with a passion. It doesn’t have anything to do with…… Continue reading And then there were four…
For a year now, Chéri and I have been feeding the neighbourhood’s birds. The word (or should I say the tweet?) has spread around like a bad covid variant, and we’ve had way more kinds of birds then we would have even hoped. Sparrows, cardinals, blue jays, tits, woodpeckers and many more that I haven’t…… Continue reading Meet the twins!
You really should stop feeding these flyin’ rats, Ian! The two old men sat on the bench, just as they did pretty much every day the weather allowed them to. The park was the perfect spot, to say the least, to keep an eye on all the neighbourhood’s whereabouts. And keeping up to date with…… Continue reading All roads lead to… – FFFC
Noon is always a busy time Chez Cyranny. But when it’s raining, it seems like the whole sparrow community agrees that it the place to be. (When I took the picture, there were about twenty more little fellows on the balcony itself) I am kind of worried for my feathery friends. We first hung…… Continue reading Lunch time!
Cyranny's Cove 