Wild Raspberries

Just below one of the north-facing windows in my bedroom is a steep, kind of no-man's land. John weed eats it occasionally, but he left this fine patch of wild black raspberries.

I saw blue jays visiting it this morning and hurried to get my camera.

But jays are wary critters and though I lurked quietly, no luck--except for this charming chipmunk.

The raspberries are beyond our reach, being on a slippery slope. All the more for the critters! 

                   

And time spent lurking with my camera is, for me, akin to meditation. 

 

The Chipmunk and the Turkeys

 The chipmunk has a problem.

Five big turkeys are monopolizing the ground beneath the bird feeder, gobbling up all that wonderful sunflower seed the smaller birds have dropped.

What's a chipmunk to do?

He makes several runs at the feeder, each time turning and running back.

He checks them out from the vantage point of a big rock...

I dunno -- those guys are HUGE.

No matter -- he's going to try a death or glory charge.

Do the big birds see him?

Almost . . . almost . . .

Uh oh! He's been spotted and he is so outa there!