Word has gotten out that there's free food and water here for the taking.
Strangers are showing up for a handout on a daily basis. It must be a drought thing.
Me: Hi, Pretty Bird. What's your name?
Pretty Bird didn't answer me.
Me: Turn your head so the folks at home can get a better look.
I figure he must be some kind of sapsucker or woodpecker. I think I'll call him Woody.
In all the years I've lived here, I've never had this many bird guests.
Flocks of whatever these are swoop in several times a day for a drink of water.
I love having them around. The bird poop? Not so much.
The squirrel family that showed up in late summer is still in residence.
They play in the wood pile, sleep in the hay barn, and eat in the chicken coop,
judging by the amount of chicken feed I'm going through.
As long as they all agree to pose for pictures, they can stick around as long as they want.