Yesterday I finally saw the oriel that has been singing right about sunset for the last month. I’d had an orange up at the feeder station outside my office window, but had recently moved it to the other side of the yard. But it was to the humming-bird feeder he was attracted to, and so my plan of presenting him with an orange was foiled. Unless he was over there first.
I’ve got oranges up again on this side of the house now, but of course, he won’t be back. I think I need to open up a jar of grape jelly. I’ve heard that’s irresistible. And that’s the thing about lures. You gotta know what moves people, ah, birds.