Birds

[elliseamos]

What's the stuff to add to bird seed to keep squirrels out?

Thinking of a bird feeder, but don't want to feed the fluffy-tailed rats.

[doug rr]

there are many products...I had a canister of stuff called squirrel stopper that seemed to work...if not just get and AR-15

[BurtReynolds]

[knee tunes]

Stand back

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRotyY1p/

[knee tunes]

What's the stuff to add to bird seed to keep squirrels out?

Thinking of a bird feeder, but don't want to feed the fluffy-tailed rats.

Cayan pepper or however you spell it

[elliseamos]

What's the stuff to add to bird seed to keep squirrels out?

Thinking of a bird feeder, but don't want to feed the fluffy-tailed rats.

Cayan pepper or however you spell it

Did it work for you or is that something you heard?

[96583UP]

there is a small, wonderful chickadee that sometimes comes to the back of my yard and sits atop the highest point on an arborvitae, and sings a beautiful joyous little song

he sits within a couple feet of me

has done it a few days now

singing his happy little song 2-3 times

then flies away

such a positive sound

and so interesting to see how loud it is and coming out of such a small little thing

i love that bird

i hope he loves me

it's ok if he doesn't

i hope to see him again

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[96583UP]

fak he's a sparrow

i feel so embarassed

i still love him

in a tree, by my lawn

there's a songbird who sings...

[96583UP]

The sparrow species derives its name from its colorful repertoire of songs. Enthusiasts report that one of the songs heard often in suburban locations closely resembles the opening four notes of Ludwig van Beethoven's Symphony No. 5. The male uses a fairly complex song to declare ownership of its territory and attract females.

Singing itself consists of a combination of repeated notes, quickly passing isolated notes, and trills. The songs are very crisp, clear, and precise, making them easily distinguishable by human ears. A particular song is determined not only by pitch and rhythm but also by the timbre of the trills. Although one bird will know many songs—as many as 20 different tunes with as many as 1000 improvised variations on the basic theme,[citation needed]—unlike thrushes, the song sparrow usually repeats the same song many times before switching to a different song.

Song sparrows typically learn their songs from a handful of other birds that have neighboring territories. They are most likely to learn songs that are shared between these neighbors. Ultimately, they will choose a territory close to or replacing the birds that they have learned from. This allows the song sparrows to address their neighbors with songs shared with those neighbors. It has been demonstrated that song sparrows are able to distinguish neighbors from strangers on the basis of song, and also that females are able to distinguish (and prefer) their mate's songs from those of other neighboring birds, and they prefer songs of neighboring birds to those of strangers.[11]

A 2022 study by Duke University also found that male song sparrows memorize a 30-minute long playlist of their songs and use that information to curate both their current playlist and the following one. The findings suggest that male song sparrows deliberately shuffle and repeat their songs possibly to keep a female's attention.[12]

i have noticed when he sings, another bird can be heard off in the distance, like they are singing the same song or to each other

and i noticed his song varied a little today

i hope he finds his lady bird

[knee tunes]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT81NKD8f/

Look at this burt I mean bird

[Anders]

Very nice bird.

[doug rr]

it never gets old but we see a few bald eagles everyday fly within 30 feet of the house...Last night for the first time we've been here we had a big owl sitting atop of our big pine tree out back..it was just after sundown so I couldn't tell what kind or even color

[96583UP]

wow that’s awesome

they are huge

i have seen juveniles in the trees across from me on two occasions

when the big bois are flying it literally looks like a person up in the sky they are so big

[epilogue]

I think my favorite bird reference/example in all of pop culture is the way Kurt Cobain sings the word "birds" in his cover of Plateau from the Unplugged show. Just slays me.

[spike]

I’ll never get tired of seeing a majestic bald eagle being harassed/chased by much smaller birds.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[spike]

Haha thought that said teenagers

[96583UP]

my song sparrow returned in the evening

tweeting his sweet songs

let me get very close as i was mulching

like a foot away

unperturbed

we are almost tribe

[spike]

Here’s a great blue heron stealing my boat.