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Cool weather is finally here! Bikes and birds.

Friday, October 25, 2013 by  
Filed under Daily Blog


When I stepped outside for yesterday morning’s ride I closed my eyes, breathed in deeply and smiled: a long-overdue respite from the heat. Finally.

A cool breeze swirled around me as I aired up my tires. I noticed goosebumps on my arms–a welcome change from the beads of sweat that normally would already be forming. There was no need for Quick Spit anti-fog on my sunglasses. Just one 25-ounce bidon was more than enough for a short 25 mile ride on a day like this.

 Crows are very smart. It didn't take them long to unlock the mystery of our squirrel feeder.

Crows are very smart. It didn’t take them long to unlock the mystery of our squirrel feeder.

It was somewhat overcast, but I didn’t care. As I rode along the sun occasionally broke through the clouds, providing my skin with a perfect dash of warmth.

A few crows–probably the same ones that were eating from my squirrel feeder by the pond earlier in the morning–soared overhead.

I love those crows. Lisa and I buy roasted peanuts for the squirrels, and the crows eat the peanuts. We buy bird seed for the birds, and the squirrels eat the bird seed. Hey, as long as everyone is happy.

Sometimes we have as many as a dozen crows at once in our yard, drinking from the pond and chatting as they wait for their turns at the squirrel feeder.

A flock of crows, of course, is poetically called a “murder” of crows. When we see only two or three crows out back we call them an “attempted murder”.

A Tufted Titmouse enjoying a peanut from our squirrel feeder.

A Tufted Titmouse enjoying a peanut from our squirrel feeder.

Sometimes the crows have to share the peanuts with the Tufted Titmice. Wait. Is that correct? Titmice? I’m not sure of the correct plural of “Titmouse”. Titmice? Titmouses? Titmouse? Titmousi? Whatever, I’m too lazy to Google it. I’m going with Titmice.

Anyway, these little guys are hilarious. They will grab shelled peanuts that are probably twice their weight, somehow fly to a nearby branch and expertly shell the peanut in mere seconds. They also make the cutest irritated squawking sounds to let the crows know they are not to be trifled with.

Oops. I got all NatGeo on you guys. I couldn’t help it, it’s the cool weather. It just makes me want to be outside. I can’t wait for tomorrow’s 50 mile mountain bike ride!

I’m going to get a light spin in this morning, and then I’m going to take my laptop out back and work from there today.

Happy Friday!

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