Showing posts with label Eastern Grey Squirrel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Eastern Grey Squirrel. Show all posts

Saturday, August 8, 2026

SATURDAY MORNING AT THE BIRD FEEDER AND BIRD BATH - ????? THE GOLDFINCH HAS NOT BEEN BACK ONLY THIS INTERESTING 'BIRD'

Hmmmm.......


Just a short video this week of our only visitor. It's even slower at the bird bath. We have had very muggy weather again with lots of rain and thunderstorms most evenings. I haven't seen any birds around, not even in the trees. Maybe we have hawks in the area? Who knows!

So, no bird or animal chatter for you. Hopefully there will be something going on for the next one.

That's how it is going at this week's Saturday Morning at the Bird Feeder, zip, zero!

I hope you all have a great weekend.












Saturday, February 14, 2026

SATURDAY MORNING AT THE BIRD FEEDER AND HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!

I received Ann's happy mail a few days ago, but with Valentine's Day coming up soon, I decided to keep it for today, on the 14th. Always a happy day to get one of your cards in the mail Ann. Thank you so much! 

I wish you and everyone out there A Very Happy Valentine's Day! 

I'm sure you'll all agree, this is a beautiful card. I have quite a collection of them now, and it will be going into my special box of Ann's treasured keepsake cards after having it on display for a week or so.


Now onto what's been going on around here at the Bird Feeder. Those birds have been all of a dither with the latest news. Please enlarge to read all the photos for a closer look if needed.




(WD-40 explained below)


Now they smell to high heaven of peppermint every time they get out of the car! There are some very strange looks in their direction. The car will be getting some cosmetic maintenance very soon.

Tomorrow I am sharing a Saturday to Saturday journal, and more of this mouse story will be in there.

And that's how it's going on a Saturday Morning at the Bird Feeder!

Thanks for visiting and 
I hope you all have a great weekend.



                





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

Photo 1:

"Did you hear about the ruckus? A mouse got in the house.

"I heard it was the car."

"It chewed a big hole in the boot that holds the gear shift."

"Uh-oh!"

"It was me. It gets very cold out there. I need a warm place to nest."


Photo 2:

"Mouse, what are you doing down there. You're not chewing a hole in our feeder are you?"

"Errr...no, Of course I'm not."

"He's telling a lie. I know about these things."


Photo 3:

"I read that WD-40 works great for keeping mice out of a car. It didn't work, he's still here."

"At least he's not squeaking any more."


Photo 4:

"Camera Lady's husband put peppermint spray on cotton wool balls."



(WD-40 is a versatile, petroleum-based spray famous for its ability to displace water, prevent rust, lubricate moving parts, penetrate stuck components and clean surfaces. It also takes those sticky labels off your cups and saucers and anything similar. It is essentially a “toolkit in a can” designed for a wide array of maintenance tasks. For our overseas friends you probably have your equivalent. I got this little bit of info from Google.)

Added note: I found this information from the company’s website.

In 1953, a fledgling company called Rocket Chemical Company and its staff of three, set out to create a line of rust-prevention solvents and degreasers for use in the aerospace industry. Working in a small lab in San Diego, California, it took them 40 attempts to get the water displacing formula worked out. But they must have been really good, because the original secret formula for WD-40 Multi-Use Product - which stands for Water Displacement perfected on the 40th try - is still in use today.





Saturday, February 7, 2026

SATURDAY MORNING AT THE BIRD FEEDER - SPIKE IS BACK


One spoiled little bird said "Nuh-uh!"

Unlike my little friend here who loves his birdseed.



and true to her word...



You never know birdies!

Not sure how long the snow is going to last. There will be 60 mile per hour winds so I hear, sometime in the middle of the night. Stay safe everyone!



Of course, putting the kettle on right now. And the mixing bowl is out. Just put the oven on to bake those cookies you like. Come on in, pull up a chair!


on a Saturday Morning at the Bird Feeder.

Thanks for visiting and 
I wish you all a great weekend.











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

Photo 1:
"I am a happy little bird. The snow melted a bit and there is fresh birdseed. No more frosty birdseed frappes."

Photo 2:
"No more frosty frapes?  Disappointing!"

Photo 3:
I am not hanging out for just birdseed. I am out of here."

Photo 4:
"Hello! I am Spike. The black box lady worries about me because I have no fur on my tail."

Photo 5:
"I am going to make sure you are taken care of my little friend."

Photo 6:
"I am a little embarrassed but she means well."

Photo 7:
"Will she get an outfit for us or are we safe?"

Photo 8:
"It has started to snow again and it is going to get very windy. I think we ought to get back to our nests."

Photo 9:
"We will be okay."
"Yes we know, you've got your love to keep you warm. Cue role of eyes"

Photo 10:
"All I need is a hot cup of tea, and can you make me some acorn cookies? You can have this one. I will share."

Photo 11:
"That's how it goes..."



Saturday, March 23, 2024

SATURDAY MORNING AT THE BIRD FEEDER - SCREAMS IN THE NIGHT

Another bit of a saga!

because...

















Flashback to the previous night...
“Take in the birdseen?” Yes it is a typo!  Mrs. was so tired today. Back to the story! 



But the Froggies3 are safe. Woman with Camera, aka the Mrs., came downstairs to see what was going on. She saw baby turn up, then his mom stopped all her caterwauling. There was silence for the rest of the night, but Woman with Camera didn't get another wink of sleep from then on.  She, however, did remember to take the birdseen, I mean birdseed, in the next night and all the nights after that.

And so it goes on another Saturday morning at the birdfeeder.