One of the most notable parts of being in southern Oregon for Christmas was the obvious difference in the weather from what I'm used to. Although 2015 was a mild winter in western Canada, I feel like it's a pretty safe bet to say they didn't have these guys hanging out by the dozens in the tree branches in the week leading up to and after Christmas:
Yup. Dozens.
They were in the tree directly across the driveway and they fought each other off for those red berries that grew in abundance there. I'm told they get drunk off the berries, and I think I heard somewhere before about that happening, but I felt it most confirmed when one of the poor creatures flew headlong into our patio doors after having his fill in the tree. Fortunately, he was just a bit shaken up and was able to turn and fly away.
They were in the tree directly across the driveway and they fought each other off for those red berries that grew in abundance there. I'm told they get drunk off the berries, and I think I heard somewhere before about that happening, but I felt it most confirmed when one of the poor creatures flew headlong into our patio doors after having his fill in the tree. Fortunately, he was just a bit shaken up and was able to turn and fly away.
I loved to watch them, and the sound was music to my ears; it reminded this Canadian that I was indeed in a magical place where it could feel like spring all year round.
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