Feeders

 

November 18, 2025. 

Mighty throng at the feeders this morning. At one point there was a pileated woodpecker in one tree and a flicker in another. 

Toddled about cleaning up the yard, making it spruce and orderly for winter. 

Stood in the kitchen at sunset watching two bears cross Lakeshore and cavort for a while on the apartment lawn. Returning from rehearsal, I had to make a panic stop on Kimberly to avoid hitting a bear that chose that instant to cross the street. Maybe all this activity is to get enough calories to sleep for a while, though nobody seems to be going to bed.