Monday, February 4

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Not too much birding has been done since the last post. The weather here has been kind of nasty. Cold with a lot of ice or snow showers. Just enough to make everything sloppy. Add that to it getting dark not long after work it is hard to get in any quality birding time in the evenings.

This past weekend wasn’t very conducive to getting out either. Saturday we hosted Lise’s annual Groundhog’s Day party. Gala event of the year. And apparently the varmint didn’t see his shadow so this nasty winter stuff will be over shortly.

Sunday, Molly and Lise went down to Pokagon so Molly could get in some National Honor Society volunteer hours. Not something I ever had to worry about in high school. I got out a little chasing Bohemian waxwings that have been reported in large numbers locally. Everywhere locally except where I was looking for them.

I did see something that seemed unusual. Some chickadees were feeding on something on the ground. I got a couple pictures from the car before I looked close. When I put my binos on them I realized what I thought was a tuft of grass was really fur. I think these guys were chowing down on a deer carcass. I don’t want to slip and pass out when filling our feeders. They may start gnawing on me.

Singing away.

Munching away.

Then we went to a Super Bowl party Sunday evening. Not like I was really interested in it. I haven’t followed football since the 1980s. Two major events drove me away. Terry Bradshaw retired from the Steelers and Barry Manilow sang the national anthem at the Super Bowl. That dark event happened somewhere around 1983. I saw no reason to watch that Super Bowl or any other since.

We went to the party because we like the person hosting it and the people she invited. Most of which were at the Groundhog’s Day party too. I did watch some of the game, not really interested in who won. Baltimore isn’t my favorite city but I guess it deserved a Super Bowl win, given how their previous team hightailed it to Indianapolis in the middle of the night. Literally loaded the trucks and took off one night before anyone knew it. My grandfather is still spinning in his grave over that one. If we strapped magnets to his body we could produce electricity. Maybe this will settle him down.

I don’t know where the Baltimore team came from but I’m guessing an early parole program. They looked like carjackers in football jerseys. I swear that every time they tackled a 49er it looked like they were going for his wallet.

I did watch the Beyonce halftime show. Wow. I don’t care if she did lip sync it. She could have sounded like Elmer Fudd and I wouldn’t have cared.

Since I didn’t get any good birding pictures I thought I would throw in a couple of the multifaceted Fido as a pool hustler.

Checking out the competition.

Lining up her own shot.