Now then.....

Do we have a deal?

Yes, it's me - again.

Right, let me consider this, OK?

Still Napoleon

OK Rusty, this is how it's gonna be......

Meet Napoleon

This is the big boss of the feeder, only the ravens dare to tease him. (I think it's a him). Just look at those claws!

Stuffed?

I'm not going to leave anything for those pesky birds.

Just call me Napoleon...

- or perhaps he just has a bit of heartburn? (Grin).

Sniffing out something new?

This and the next few photos were taken with a 300mm telephoto. (Borrowed). I was worried about being able to hold the camera steady enough. I must say I found this lens easier to use than my regular kit lens, and I only lost two photos because of camera shake. This lens seemed very easy to focus - either manually or with autofocus as it gave me a very bright image in the D-70 (Nikon) viewfinder.

Dinner call

I think at this point he was getting ready to call for more food.

Delicious

The rest of the morning was spent on stuffing himself.

The Last Rose of Summer

What a surprise! This was taken November 12th - after at least five killing frosts, this brave miniature rose bush put out one more bloom.

Nevermore?

Are my friendly ravens about to return for the winter?

Bird Food?

The few remaining berries.

Lets see whats good here.....

B.J. looks over the mess of seed to see if his favorite treat is here. (It is).

B.J. looking for the prize

And there it is, he sees the peanut.

I'm outta here!

He got the peanut before Mr Fuzzytail - oh boy.

Drat! That Jay got my peanut!

What can I say? It's a riot to watch these characters!

Have to be content?

This one is the bully of the local fuzzytail gang. But the bluejay outsmarts him every time.

Remembrance Day November 11th.

Lest We Forget

Old Friends

Kimmie and two of her kits (now grown up) dropped in this evening - I guess to say hello. (More photos on the side). Kimmie - or better known as Big Momma, is huge, and the two female youngsters with her are pretty big too! Yet they are as friendly as ever, and very easy to get along with.

Just look at those inquisitive, and trusting eyes. He (or she) showed up early one evening at the door of the retreat, said ‘hello’ (sort of) then vanished. I don’t think I ever saw him again. They are gentle creatures normally.