We hung pinecones smothered in peanut butter and birdseed by our deck in late August. After two weeks, our feeding tally included my younger son, and bugs. No birds.
As of yesterday, our feeding tally has gone up.
While Ben has called this a hen, I am pretty sure that is a hawk eyeing our pinecone treats. I know for sure that those are crows below. There was a really nasty fight on our deck between three crows and the single hawk.
No one died – thank goodness, it’s bad enough when the tiny birds kick the bucket on our deck – but we made the immediate decision to take the advice of an expert birder, our very own Aunt Susie, and move the pinecones to the trees.
Today, two pinecones are completely missing. I’d wager a squirrel took them. As long as we don’t have any more hawk fights on our deck, I don’t care.
As of right now, I’m pretty content just filling up the bird feeders and telling the boys that we’ve run out of pinecones and peanut butter.
Too much drama.