I called him to the window, a yearling was hunkering down under the pine tree. In the background, just behind the bird feeder, was Momma. The pair were looking over beside the house.
Then, I turned, and there was Tigger!
Tigger wandered off.
The sun began to set, and lo, behold Tigger was feeding at the bird feeders out the front window. The little beggar. He began to go towards the peanut feeder. (The purpose of that is to stall the blue jays, and give the other birds time to get some sunflower seed.) Usually, by the end of the day, the feeders are pretty low.
We watched him feed, sticking his tongue into the hole, dislodging bird seed, then he went over to the tin bowl. I knew there were some peanuts left, and I was worried about his antlers. Opening the door,
|the peanut pot|
He ran off, clanking metal down the hill. Bowl gone, lights off of the hook, birdbath heater plug needed to be fixed. In the dark. I searched in the dark, no dish.
The next morning (Thursday), I did some research. I found out he'd been back 20 minutes later. Daisy and I didn't find the bowl. We did see coyote tracks, so I imagine they stole it!
Tigger's disasterous forage from Jennifer Jilks on Vimeo.
Not to be outdone, Daisy decided to garner some limelight. We were searching for the peanut pot all across the forest.
She went skating on the frog pond ice, which is filling up nicely with the rain and snow we've had. What a girl!
Daisy dances on ice from Jennifer Jilks on Vimeo.