There's a new show in town at our favorite venue--outside our kitchen windows. Composed by the Master of song, the music repeats familiar themes in rich, sweet tones. The costumes are elaborate. Tangerine orange feathers embroidered in black and white flutter in the breeze.
Admission is one half orange, placed in a conspicuous place, and it's well worth the price. But don't wait--they won't be here long.
The show, of course, is Baltimore Orioles passing through our area on their way north and east from their wintering grounds in Mexico. They arrived at our house yesterday, just after the hickory trees started to tassel, and they search for insects high in the trees. We hope they find all the caterpillars.
Blue jays are surprised to find a small bird that they can't intimidate.
The birds are agile and entertaining and keep us guessing what they'll do next.
One thing is certain, though, as long as they're here, they'll be eating oranges.
Linking with
Wild Bird Wednesday
