Fledgling eastern bluebirds come to our suet dough dish with their parents every day. When the dish is empty they give us their sad, hungry hang-dog look. It makes us rush to put just a bit more in the dish—though in these insect-rich summer days we cut way back on the dough we dish out.
I swear I heard a whimper and a soft bark from the bird in the dish as I took this photo.
3 comments:
A bird dog maybe? :c)
Adorable. The bluebirds in my yard have just realized where the meal worms are. A little more training is needed I guess.
What a sweet picture!
We put out mealworms for the Bluebirds, but the Nuthatches clean them out in no time flat.
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