Birds of a Feather is back with our new blog, Birding and Bonding! Our previous objective remains the same. Our goal is to find all birds that live on Long Island year round. The only rule is that in order to add a bird to our list, we must see it when we are together. That's where the bonding comes in. Life can get so hectic that we sometimes fail to enjoy the more important things. This gives us a wonderful outlet to make sure we take the time.

Of course, Long Island has many migratory birds, as well. We certainly don't want to ignore them. We will blog about them as well. Armed with new cameras and renewed incentive, we look forward to getting back on the birding trail!

Friday, March 12, 2010

Guilty

I must say, I feel guilty for not blogging the entire week.  We have been crazy busy, our first tax deadline is March 15th which is Monday.  So all corporate tax returns must be sent out today to make it on time. 

That said, each day I see more and more birds at the feeder, so last Sunday I tried experimenting with my backyard birds to see if they would eat out of my hand.  The weather was perfect, so since our feeders were empty I thought it would be the perfect time to try since they would be looking for any food they could get.  (I figured they wouldn't be to picky where the food was.)  But of course they would prove me wrong.  So while my husband was filling the feeders and me with food in both hands I positioned myself right next to my feeders and I waited.  Not a bird in sight.  I wasn't expecting any miracles, but who knows.  Now after about 5 minutes, still not a bird in sight.  So my husband hangs up all the filled feeders, and wouldn't you know it I hear birds behind me, meanwhile I am still standing still with arms invitingly stretched out but still no takers.  Then they come, about a half dozen Tufted Titmouse.  Not of course to my hands but to the feeders filled with the split nuts.  Once they landed on the feeder they took one look at me and couldn't quite make out what on earth I was doing near their dinner table.  Most of them would fly to the feeder, see me and fly away.  But I still persevered waiting for a Black Capped Chickadee since they don't seem to care whose hand feeds them.  Finally my waiting paid off.  I saw two Chickadee's and they were checking me out.  So guess what happened next....  My husband and son decide to come out into the backyard and away fly all the birds.  I will try again.

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