SATURDAY MORNING AT THE BIRD FEEDER - 8-1-26

 The birds and I want to wish you Happy 1st Day of the Month and a Happy August!

Nice to meet you Bubbles.

Thank you, I hope you will like it.

Yes, you're very handsome Bubbles.

Yes we do but they are rare these days. I will move the birdbath under the cover of some branches. You will all feel more comfortable as it's a short flight up to the lowest branches.

That's great, tell everyone there will be fresh water every day and free photos taken.

It almost looks like there is a water sprite in the shape of the fountain. Look! He’s waving at him. Yes, imagination is a fine thing. 

The squirrel likes it too. She visits every day.

I bought animals shapes out of copper because someone told me that copper keeps the algie down. I bought extra leaf shapes for the other ground bird bath that I am putting down several feet away. 

That's how it goes at this week's Saturday Morning at the Bird Feeder. 

Thanks for flying in and 

I hope your weekend is a great one.

For my overseas friends to use the translation widget on my side bar.

Photo 1: 

Hello, I am Bubbles. Don’t judge, my flock named me. 

Photo 2:

 “I am checking out your new bird bath before I give it the okay.”

Photo 3:

“Nice reflection, I’m looking very handsome, aren’t I?”

Photo 4:

“Very nice location but you need more cover. You have hawks in this area don’t you?”

Photo 5:

“I will chat to the flock and let you know. I am sure they will like it.”

Photo 6:

“See you later!”

SATURDAY MORNING AT THE BIRD FEEDER - HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY - 2026

For those celebrating, 

we would like to wish you all 

A Very Happy Fourth of July. 

As Independence Day fell on a Saturday, 

the birds got a bit dressed up for the occasion, 

and wanted to say, stay safe and may everyone

enjoy peace, good health and happiness

with your family and friends.

SATURDAY MORNING AT THE BIRD FEEDER

Froggy3 the 1st was worried about where he had parked his lily pad. Froggy3 the 3rd was also worried and thought Froggy3 the 1st should move it to be safe. Froggy3 the 2nd, who is in a perpetual state of not knowing, decided to say nothing, as did their visiting Black-capped Chickadee friend because she was already confused.

In the meantime, when Froggy3 the 1st decided to move his lily pad, he found that it was missing and went into his problem-solving mode. 

And that's how it goes on

A Saturday Morning at the Birdfeeder, 

where they are still searching for

the missing Lily Pad. I really do think

it was 'toad'. Groan if you wish but...

Thank you for flying in and...

For our overseas friends to translate photos by using the translation widget on my side-bar. There are several plays on words today.

Photo 1: 

"What happens to illegally parked frogs?" "They get 'toad'."

Photo 2:

Another play on words. "I need someone to help me 'quack' the case and find out who has been 'robin' me. 

Photo 3:

"Why are they groaning. It wasn't that bad."

Photo 4: 

"That bird joke flew right over my head."

Signature Bird says

"Stay Chirpy!"

SATURDAY MORNING AT THE BIRD FEEDER - A THUNDERSTORM

Those birdies just can't stop telling groaners but that's how it goes on a 

Saturday Morning at the Bird Feeder.

Thanks for flying in.

I wish you a very happy and blessed day.

For our international friends to translate using the widget on my sidebar.

Photo 1:

“It rained hard last night.”

“I was glad to get back to my nest.”

“Mr. And Mrs. had to drive around a fallen tree on a back road. Someone had put those emergency cones out.”

Photo 2:

“If  a thunderstorm starts and a band is playing, who is the most likely one to get hit by lightning?”

Photo 3:

“The Conductor of course.”

“Oh boy! I can’t believe you said that.”

SATURDAY MORNING AT THE BIRD FEEDER

 

Our Cardinal is a Quodophile, which is a popular slang term often used in online communities for a devoted lover of quotes. 

And now we know that that's how it is going to go this week on another whimsical

Saturday Morning at the Birdfeeder...

because the woman of the house had no clue as to where this was going but the wise old owl below did apparently.

Thanks for groaning along with me

Have a great weekend!

For our international friends to read using the translation 

widget on my sidebar.

Photo Cardinal says:

“Poor indeed is the garden in which birds find no home. Abram L. Urban said that.”

SATURDAY MORNING AT THE BIRD FEEDER - BIRDWATCHING?

 

The pair of Tufted Titmice had their own opinions on the matter.

That's how it goes on a Saturday Morning at the Birdfeeder, where imagination is a fine thing, and being away with the fairies is a fun place to be. The inner child will thank us. 

I hope my latest touch of whimsy gave you a smile.

Thanks for flying in and 

may your weekend be a great one, 

whichever planet you are living on.

For our international friends to translate using the widget on my sidebar.

Photo 1:

"He's birdwatching."

Photo 2: 

"We have a visitor."

"???"

"Does anyone think he looks a bit like us, maybe a little more green?"

Photo 3:

"Thank you for making me welcome. The scone was very nice."

"You come in peace. You will always be very welcome."

Photo 4:

"I think the Mrs is away with the fairies again."

SATURDAY MORNING AT THE BIRD FEEDER - A VISITOR!

The Froggies cousin was visiting from across the other side of the pond. No, not THAT big pond, the one at the garden. He hitched a ride home in the pocket of the mister of the house and hopped down onto the bird feeder as soon as he could. 

The froggies, at the pond couldn't be seen but were heard. They were very noisy and very chirpy to have such nice weather. Froggy 4 decided to join his cousins for a few hours. He recognized the mister as he liked to read blogs and saw his picture one day. That's how he knew whose pocket to jump into.

He was still very noisy and monopolized the conversation, but they didn't mind. Everyone was very happy to have him visit. Out came the best China, the kettle was put on and the teapot was filled with their favorite brew. They had endless cuppas and scones, but someone forgot to buy the clotted cream and jam. No clotted cream and jam for the scones? The horror! That's okay, Cappy the Catbird was very happy to be invited.

The Robins came by later when all was quiet and they missed the party, but there was always a kettle to put on.

 Out came the favorite brew from the cupboard, more happy talking took place. The sun was going down by the time they left. They had a long journey to get back to that fourth tree on the right, at least in Robin steps.

That's how it goes at this week's Saturday Morning at the Bird Feeder.

Thanks for flying in and 

hope your wings aren't too tired. 

For our overseas friends to translate the photos, 

using the translation widget on the right.

Photo 1

"I am very nosy but who is that?"

Photo 2:

"Hello over there. Join us, we are having tea!"

Photo 3 and 4: 

No words.

 

SATURDAY MORNING AT THE BIRD FEEDER ON 4-25-26 - NEIGHBORHOOD WATCH

Yes, Froggies3 are the new co-Captains of the Neighborhood Watch. They stood in line to volunteer and look out for the safety of all the birds that visit our garden and beyond. A big thank you to Froggies3, and all the volunteers out there who help their communities. 

And that's how it goes on 

a Saturday Morning at the Bird Feeder. 

Wishing you all a great weekend.

and thanks for stopping by!

For our international friends to translate using the translation widget on my sidebar (3 widgets down).

Photo conversation:

"Any dog visitors lately?"

"Any cats?"

"No, no and no! We are the neighborhood watch."

SATURDAY MORNING AT THE BIRD FEEDER - MOTHERS CAN BE SO EMBARRASSING - GROANER ALERT

That's all there is for this week's 

Saturday Morning at the Bird Feeder.

Thanks for visiting and have a great weekend!

For our overseas friends to translate using the third widget down on my sidebar.

One photo this week which says:

"We asked our mother why our beaks looked so different from hers."

"She looked at him in shock and said "Holy Cow! A talking Finch!"

"Mothers can embarrass their children sometimes."

SATURDAY MORNING AT THE BIRD FEEDER - DOGS?

 

5.26 p.m. on the 10th: we have just had unexpected visitors on the deck. Two very young, very boisterous long-haired golden retrievers. They appeared out of nowhere. I was shocked to see two young dogs running around the deck in circles and when they heard our voices they ran over and jumped up on our screen. The door was open and the screen was pulled across preventing entry, at least at that moment. 

Some bright spark, however, got it into her head to go outside to see if she could find a dog tag on the collar of the nearest one. That was an invite for one to slip through and start running all over the house, with the other one following immediately behind. I realize my reflexes have slowed down to molasses. I am as slow as a snail. The one jumped up on the couch and did a few full-length races back and forth, the other one followed before I could close the door, and started joyously exploring all other rooms and up the stair he went. I was trying to calm them down - and myself down - long enough for them to listen to me because they were having a most joyous time. 

Gregg had gone out the front to see if there was anyone looking for them. In the meantime, I finally got pups outside and was trying to get hold of a collar to see if there was any id. Couldn't find one but they were very jumpy and were still extremely boisterous. I was trying to sit down in one of our outside chairs when the one jumped up and knocked me flying unceremoniously backwards into the chair with a thump, and I barely escaped falling out of it. A comedy of errors in the making. 

They both took this as a sign to continue playtime. I had two young dogs jumping all over me, and I have scratch marks on both arms to prove it. One grabbed my hand with his mouth and I felt his teeth, not mean but playful puppy teeth, so I have a sore thumb now and have dabbed antiseptic on the scratches. Ironically, I am off to get my tetanus shot next week. I was supposed to get it last week but there you go.

Our neighbors across the street have had golden retrievers in the past and I suggested to Gregg that he go over there. These were their dogs and I don't think they have had them for very long as this is the first time we have set eyes on them. They didn't realize they had gotten out. Happy to say all's well that ends well. Very happy it took such a short time, but amazingly eventful time, to find out who they belonged to. Two beautiful young big pups full of energy, a couple of bouncing-balls (Gregg said they were in jailbreak mode). I thought they were nervous being apart from their humans.

All's well that ends well, we were concerned that they might go further and get up on the main road with all the traffic. It's funny how you immediately become very protective of two young dogs you've never set eyes on before. We were really shocked when we saw them on the deck. We don't have fencing, no gate. At least if they get out again and they made it back over here, we'll know whose door to go knocking on.

Thank you Mr. Red-winged blackbird and yes, they have. We will be going down to Home Depot tomorrow to get a new one as their claws created several holes.

The birds out back made themselves scarce when all this was going on but I was thankful Mr. Red-winged Blackbird hung around. One added note: as I was typing this, my battery started flashing on the laptop, which is unusual because I keep it plugged in most of the time. When I looked over at the wall socket, one of those pups had yanked the plugs out of the wall on his merry chase around, plus had stuck his head into my trash bucket and scattered things willy-nilly. 

I am going to take a nap now.

And there you go, that's how it goes on a

Saturday Morning at the Bird Feeder,

even much livelier than usual.

Thanks for visiting and 

I hope you are all having a great weekend.

Added note today the 11th at 11.50 a.m:  Gregg just told me that he heard yelling/calling and looked outside to see the dogs had escaped again. They were running around but fortunately ran back inside their house when called. Apparently, they visited another neighbor’s house next door this time.  Gregg said they can run like the wind!

For our international friends to translate using my widget on the sidebar.

Photo 1: 

"Who are you?"

Photo 2:

"You have visitors!"

Blackbird:

"I will let she of the house tell you."

Photo 3:

No words

Photo 4:

"He's the naughty one, I am a marshmallow."

Photo 5:

"Nope, he is the naughty one. I am the marshmallow."

Photos 6 & 7:

No words.

Photos 8:

"They have put holes in the screen."

SATURDAY MORNING AT THE BIRD FEEDER - TALKING ABOUT THE WEATHER?

Ah well now, Florence Nightingale (1820-1910) was the famous "Lady with the Lamp". She earned this nickname for her habit of making solitary rounds through the hospital wards at night, carrying a lantern to check on her patients. I am also dedicating this to all the nurses who take care of their patients' needs with endless kindness and patience. That is very important to those who are feeling very much under the weather. Thank you!

“Kind words do not cost much. 

Yet they accomplish much.”

~Blaise Pascal~

And that's how it goes on a Saturday Morning at the Birdfeeder. 

Thank you for visiting this week's flight of fancy.

I wish you all a very happy weekend.

For our international friends to translate the photos by using my

translation widget on my sidebar.

Photo 1: 

"It's so dark here."   

"She of the house says it is wacky weather!"

Photo 2: 

"That's better!"

"They are going to be calling her the Lady of the Lamp next."

"Who would that be?"

Photo 3:

"Do you knit? I am cold!"

Photo 4:

"Thank you!"

"Did you bring the birdseed?"