

Q and I picked it out while she was in town. It was a controversial purchase. Housemate (my life partner) prefers not to encourage birds to come near. He claims to have been twice attacked by birds. Claims.
It's been wet and cold. The only birds in evidence this week have been the crows, and even they are keeping to the clouds.
Hm, the moss does look nice and soft and good for petting, though. Maybe I'll go touch it a little bit and then run away shrieking.
I'm waiting for birds to find the feeder and for Q and Qpid to call in with their report.
Your pal,
Housefrau
Many mountains and rivers lay in their path. I will be girling the blog until their safe arrival home.
They called in to let me know they have bedded down for the night.
I and Housemate will keep the cribbage board warm for them.
Your pal,
Housefrau
The bird book says that this is the Western Scrub Jay, and they are prolific around my house. Someone must be putting peanuts out for them, because as I sit at my computer and look out the back window, they like to perch on the fence with peanuts in their mouths to show off. This morning I saw two of them arguing over a peanut.
The bird book says that these birds save their food for later by burying it in the ground. So if a bunch of peanut vines (I am just guessing they grown on vines--I have never heard of a peanut tree) sprout this spring, I'll know why.
Boy, those birds sure do love peanuts.
Your pal,
Housefrau
Again, not my photo. Whenever I've driven through the gorge, I've been too petrified to take pictures. Q's been calling in when she can, and I've been feeding her weather reports from the internet (Montana is not so big on wifi and cell phone coverage, it seems). She should be here tomorrow afternoon and will be able to post hello to everyone!
On to Oregon news: I saw a little collection of Juncos! I am pretty sure they were the dark-eyed variety. Here is what they looked like:
Aaack! That is not a Dark-eyed Junco! But that is the first result if you do a Google image search for "junco." Hm, I guess he is kinda dark-eyed. And dark-haired. And dark-mustached. Shudder.
Okay, okay, on with the birds. I saw five of these friendly fellows:
Small! And Grey-headed! And they totally went "peep"!
So that's the bird situation here in Oregon. I know that Q's birds back home have plenty of seed and water for the holiday.
Your pal,
Housefrau