Time for a Reality Check...(not really...)

 My reality of today...bah.

 So(yep, here I go again!,) are you as sick of freezing your parts off as your frozen blogger? Oh, you say you're from south of the equator...and it's hot...well good for you! All us of northern hemispherians are a tad bit on the chilly side and buried in white stuff. We're all dreaming of setting sail for the south or wishing for warmth and warblies!

Instead of clearing the driveway...again...I will pretend it's spring, specifically May at Magee Marsh. I am casually cavorting along the boardwalk, camera in hand, sunshine upon my balding pate, absorbing the songs and colors arriving from the south.

Oh yes...much better than struggling behind shovels and snow blowers, wondering if one of my fingers fell off somewhere behind me. Cranking up the space heater...Aahhhh....just like being there.

 My first and favorite warbly along the boardwalk!

A bundle of Black-and-White energy.

 A black throat and a white bottom...it's a Black-throated Blue!

I'm starting to warm up now...

 A Black-throated Green Warbly amongst the greenery of spring.

Is it The Biggest Week In American Birding yet?

 

 This Blackburnian is definitely heating things up.

 

 A singing Chestnut-sided Warbly...from behind of course!

 Oh my...look at the leaves budding out!

This Palm Warbler has almost blocked out the visions of reality!

 A golden ray of sunshine!

Prothonotarys always brighten your day.

 Look at all of the yellow on that Yellow-rumped Warbly!

 I am now lost in Magee memories...

Nuts...I just heard the snow plow driving down our road...

Back to reality.

Time to hunker down like this Junco...

Stay warm!

...unless you're south of the equator...

...meanwhile, back in the garden...

 This is still MY garden!  

Mwahaha!!

So, here we are in the midst of another wondrous winter of white. Brrr. I was too lazy and too warm to fight the elements and actually go outside into the breach and hunt down wild birds. Nope. It's cold. I don't like cold. I like warm. I would go so far as to say I like it hot. Some like it hot you know!

Anyway, it sure seemed quite a bit easier to stay warm and stare out the window at the happenings in the garden. As you may already know, we have a resident, possessed by Satan, Northern Mockingbird. The feeders in back are his and if he sees you attempt to eat at one, you WILL be short a few tail feathers. UNLESS you're a Red-bellied Woodpecker. That seems to be the only bird brave enough to fight back. You can't keep either of our pair of peckers away from the peanut feeder.

TARGET SIGHTED!

This is how a Red-bellied Woodpecker takes care of an obnoxious and overbearing Mockingbird!

Notice the look of determination in his eyes.

I'm out!

 Even the squirrels are afraid!

He's making a mockery of our garden...

Get it?

Mockery...Mockingbird?

I got a million of 'em!

 Mine! Mine! IT'S ALL MINE!

At least until those crazy woodpeckers show up...

 House Sparrow.

Stylin and chillin.

Cool hairdo, huh?

 Who says House Sparrows are plain and boring?

 This Dark-eyed Junco is trying to go unnoticed...subtle.

 The Mourning Doves, being dim of wits, have lost the most tail feathers.

Hmmm...looks like Cooper's Hawk food to me...

 Another bird sporting a radical new hairdo.

Doodles counted eight Northern Cardinals at the feeders, front and back, this weekend.

She doesn't like this one.

She prefers conservative hair styles.

 Showing of the proper crest.

I've seen kids wearing their hair in the same fashion....

 

 One of the White-crowned Sparrows that hides under our large evergreens.

Who's got a cute lil butt?