|I hung my oriole feeder and waited for the orioles to show up.|
|And very soon a bird did show up. Wow, that is one funny looking oriole! |
Wait, that isn't an oriole! No, it is the boss of the backyard, the Northern Mockingbird.
|After a while, an Baltimore Oriole did actually come to investigate. This is a first year male who hasn't yet morphed into the gaudy orange and black feathers of the adult males.|
|It didn't take him long to get around to checking out the feeder.|
|The orioles are no match for this bossy mockingbird who has chased at least a couple of birds away from the feeder. He doesn't seem too interested in the orange halves but he does love that grape jelly!|
|And who knew that mockingbirds liked jelly?|