Reminded that, despite my age, I could move them if I simply rolled them, I did so:
|Rolled onto my parking pad|
|Triad of logs positioned beside the deck|
Cat food put on the logs never lasts more than a couple of hours.
And it isn't only blue jays and crows; smaller birds come, too. On my front porch I saw the pair of cardinals calmly consuming Purina Cat Chow–and they have little grosbeaks for cracking nuts.
I never am quick enough with my camera. The closest I came was in trying to photograph one of the grey squirrels, but just as I raised the viewer to my eye he was up on the shelf afforded him by my neighbor's privacy fence.
|Four feet above the logs, the squirrel (I made the inset to help you see him)|
This post is for my friend Nina, who immediately also saw the logs as an aniconic triad and liked them. She has been ill, and I hope she'll be better soon.