Shakespeare spent the entire night perched on his favourite hemlock branch. He was there at midnight, when we went to bed. (I pointed our giant flashlight on him to make sure.)
He was still there this morning, his feathers fluffed way out. It was snowing lightly. That's when I took the picture below.
As usual, he sat there calmly--until I flung the bread crumbs and cracked corn for the doves and bluejays and juncoes. He swept across the front yard to his oak tree perch. It was about 10:00 a.m. I went into the upstairs sitting room and took his picture as he was settling into place.
He remained in the oak tree till 3:30 p.m., napping most of the time. He then returned to the hemlock. And I took his picture again.
After a day of being almost entirely and inactive, he got livened up. He flew into the woods across the creek, and in the direction of the pond. He retuned to the hemlock. He soared past the house and into the forest behind the house. Later I saw him flying in between the trees.
Haven't seen him since darkness fell, but I keep checking. I have a feeling we'll see him again....
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