When the fox came to see what I might have for supper at six, I made him choose. I offered a deer mouse, a piece of bologna, and a pile of sunflower seed hearts—
Chickadeeall things he or she has eaten in the past. The fox had eyes only for the mouse. It slowly advanced toward the unusual offering with eyes glued on it. The mouse was what it wanted. It took it with unusual vigor and hid under the downstairs deck to eat it where no other fox could see it.
On this day of above zero temperatures, it might have been my imagination, but I thought the birds were less desperate for sunflower seeds and a little more chipper. It was nice to think they felt that way, anyway. They definitely were less desperate for the seeds compared to the days of far below zero.
Thank you for all you do.
Lynn Rogers, Biologist, Wildlife Research Institute and North American Bear Center