Yesterday was Earth Day. With this early Spring weather, I decided we should celebrate by cleaning all the old bird poop and spilled sunflower seeds off the deck and scrub out the birdbath. Amazing how much gunk accumlates over the winter when you keep two tube feeders, two platform feeders and a suet feeder full at all times.
The chickadees and redpolls ignored us completely, as usual. They're so used to us that they'll land within a few inches of our hands, whether we're still or not. With their black masks, the chickadees always remind me of little bandits. They swoop in, assess the situation, steal one seed and skeedaddle, usually to the bushes nearby, to eat the seed. Then back again, over and over, taking one seed at a time.
The redpolls, on the other hand, are little gluttons. They'll sit on the tube feeders and gorge themselves for what seems like hours. I think I remember reading that they have cheek pouches for extra storage. They always look like they're spoiling for a fight: The ones glued to the feeder fend off all comers with a fierce open beak, and with the crimson red spots on their heads, it's easy to imagine them in air-to-air combat.
After we washed everything down, we put up several Tibetan prayer flags. The bright yellows, blues, whites, reds and greens have made me happy all day while I've worked at my bench. The wind has been high, and I especially love the thought that our prayers for world peace are flowing out as the flags dance in the air.
My first big wholesale order of the season (for Magic Carpet) is due Wednesday, so I've got to get back to hammering and soldering. No knitting today.
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