I wrote a photobook! It is all about Tigger, and teaches my grandkids (3 girls) about how they develop. I began with the photos I had kept from when Tigger was small. I sent the book to the girls in Ottawa, as well as baby Cluny, in Vancouver.
Pre-Christmas sales are a great time to order such books.
They are created on-line, then they are printed in Kuala Lumpur. The delivery agency lets me track it online. Somehow or other my book ended up in Cincinnati, Ohio. From there to Ottawa, and back to Perth.
We arrived home from a trip to Almonte, for bird seed, and there were two of them in the yard. I need a better name for Tigger's brother.
I'm going to have to rewrite the book! I thought Tigger was visiting rather frequently. There isn't that much to eat! I was standing in the garage taking these photos.
When we would pop the spotlight on, to see what was happening at the bird feeder, one would bolt, the other just stare back. It's so funny! Tigger watches JB fill the feeder, the other runs off.
What a surprise. Apparently, both Tigger and his twin brother have survived for 6 years. I'm so surprised!
This has to be Tigger. He didn't bolt.
I must feature the Doh, a deer, a female deer, as well. I love their camouflage. The stand amongst the saplings, and you cannot see them until they move.
The feeder attracts everything!
Daisy brought in a chickadee. They all bring their birds indoors. Daize trotted in and dropped it on the new carpet for me to see. She already threw up on it, on my birthday. Now she's just showing off. It was picked up, it rested for a moment, and I took it outside, flying up onto Fathead. Then, it was gone.
Then, there is rabbit, spotted this morning. I'm sure this is the same one on my trailcam. It travels a regular path up the hill, from the meadow. I managed a trailcam photo, because I could see many tracks along the same pathway. This is unusual, as our critters usually try to be unpredictable. I knew it had to be a regular travel path.
Food must be scarce, the wild turkeys showed up.
Sitting in the chair, beside the front window, I've spotted the Sharp-shinned hawk and a Shrike in the Catalpa tree. This is an archive photo of my hawk (spotted on a walk, too).
The Sharp-shinned is small, and an agile flyer. It swoops by the house, like a jet plane, searching for prey. I've seen it swoop across the frog pond. It's fast, and sleek and sharp-eyed!
The Shrike is about the size of a jay. I thought it was a Gray Jay (AKA Whiskey Jack) but a local expert suggested it is more likely to be a Shrike.