Where are the peanuts?

It was cold. It was dark. It was icing.

I was out of peanuts.

Red was not amused...

...reduced to eating frozen crabapples in an ice storm, Red glares at me with his left eye.

...then he gives me the once over with his right eye.

...until he finally decides the cold shoulder is all I deserve.

...and yes, I did run out and restock immediately!

In reality, Red was on the other side of the great room window eating crabapples, which were frozen and aged to perfection. I think he really liked them because he hung around for a while. Every time I clicked the shutter he would glance up at me until he decided there was no news attached to the clicking sound and went back to plucking off and eating the crabapples.

(p.s. I really was out of peanuts...and I really did go out and restock, which made the Northern Cardinals and Blue Jays very happy!)

Blue and the Peanut, again.

No, Blue. I’m not going to change the name 

of the blog to "Blue and the Peanut."

Yes, I know you’re a very good peanut eater.

Yes, I see you can fit two peanuts in your mouth and 

hold one with your foot, but this is still "Red and the Peanut."

Oh Blue, don’t look so sad!

We can have special "Blue and the Peanut" days every now and then 

(I can see you're happy by the way you're clapping those wings)!