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Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Worm Hunting







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  1. Got to say it, too good to miss, "It's the early bird that catches the worm" Ha!

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    1. That is absolutely right! I guess that means the late bird goes hungry. ha.

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  2. Do you think that the Robin knew he was being watched...and photographed? I loved all the different angles. I especially like the next to last one. He looks as if he is listening to see if he can hear a worm moving through the earth. :)

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    1. I did look right at me a few times but didn't seem to mind!
      You know, I've heard that when they cock their head they really are listening for worms
      under the surface! I've always wondered if that was really true. It sure looks like it!

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    1. I didn't see her catch any. On a good day, a robin eats 14 or 15 feet of worms!
      I guess we need a rain shower to help her out. ha.

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  4. Keith is right on it with a brilliant comment tonight. I'm not so witty, but I did enjoy the photos!

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    1. Keith does have his moments, doesn't he? And he's brilliant at commenting right when I publish. haha.

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  5. Were you tempted to dig up for a few for him . . . maybe he would take them from your hand in time . . :)

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    1. That's a fascinating idea! A couple of winters ago I did feed a robin some dried cherries when he couldn't find any food. It wasn't out of my hand, but I was throwing them to him and he was hungry enough to come close and eat them. Maybe I can be a robin whisperer. haha.

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    2. I have a robin that has come to my porch for three years now begging raisins. She thanks me by pooping on my porch...but I love her anyway! I figure she helps keep down the "bug" population. Jan

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    3. Interesting story by Jan.

      Many moons ago when my children were little we were holidaying on Exmoor and pulled into a picnic area where people were feeding birds. I noticed one very thin bird seemed not able to get any share of the bounty so I held out my hand some 20 yards away and put some bread on my hand, with the palm inwards to make me less of a threat. Within moments that dear little bird overcame his fears and swooped onto my hand and carried the piece of bread away. When he had finished eating it I did it again and it came once more. I often wondered whether he made it in life. . . . :)

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  6. Hi Betsy - don't spy on me while I'm scrabbling for some tasty treats! Lovely photos .. cheers Hilary

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    1. haha. Spying is so impolite...with a camera? Unconscionable!

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  7. haha "Do you mind?" popped in
    As he looked to you with a spin

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    1. Spying was not appreciated
      as that red breast he paraded!

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  8. He really looks like he resented your intrusion.

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    1. Not as friendly as Mr. Cardinal, I guess!

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  9. Love to watch them as they "bob" along...listening so carefully!
    Rainy and gloomy here today...
    Enjoy your day Betsy...
    Cheers!
    Linda :o)

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    1. They are listening, aren't they? I swear I read that somewhere!

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  10. It does look like he's listening.

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  11. Aw... hope the grubs were plentiful!

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