Which in my life, includes trying to coax the oriole away from the hummingbird feeder by giving him a half of an orange all his very own.
I’ve been talking to him through the open kitchen window and so he doesn’t fly away each time I happen to be at the sink anymore. Maybe I can even get a picture of him. I’ve placed the orange in a cup right beside the hummingbird feeder in the windowbox (no flowers planted yet) to sort of move him away gradually since the hummingbirds aren’t real happy about sharing with each other much less this large orange and black thing that’s five times their size.
Oops, gotta go–the cardinal is chirping at me from an empty seed feeder.
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