I have been privileged these past few years to live in a place where plants and animals are constantly enriching my knowledge, entertaining my heart, and blessing my soul. To enhance my enjoyment of the outdoors the sliding glass door in the kitchen gives me a wonderful view of the pond and one of my bird feeders. The window over the sink allows me to watch the birds at two other feeders. And the laundry room window is my favorite spot- in line with the area where I feed the raccoons. Now it is also my viewing station for our new Martin house!
The Martin house has been a major headache for my husband. You may remember that it came in pieces…lots and lots of pieces, which he patiently put together for me. But then it sat in the laundry room for months. The weather was awful, our schedules were erratic, the wind blew too hard. We finally managed to get the hole dug and the pole set in concrete. Then Dad died and we postponed again. Yesterday, after a few problems with the telescoping pole, we managed to finally add it to our little bird sanctuary.
Now here is what I don’t understand- this morning while I was working in the garden I looked up and spied a lone Martin sitting on the electric cable above me. He sat there for a good ten minutes, alternately watching me and then eyeing the house. Finally he flew to the house, checked out one of the holes, flew back to the cable, sat for a few more minutes, and then flew away. That’s the first Martin I’ve seen in months. Where has he been? How did he know we put up the house? And will he return with family and friends?
I also witnessed a little “bird argument” this week and was surprised by the confrontation and the outcome. The feeder in front of my kitchen window is one I made by recycling an old fan base. It’s always been a favorite of the birds, especially the doves. A group of ten doves has been hanging out here lately and dominating some of the little birds. One of them was on the feeder when a little chickadee, a couple of sparrows, and a cowbird decided to join him. The dove flapped its wings and the smaller birds flew off, but the cowbird bit into the dove’s wing and held on tight. The dove actually had to whirl around and pull before the cowbird let go! I’d never seen anything like that before. And yes, the dove flew off and the cowbird enjoyed his dinner.
One more bird story. Each morning for about six days the heron has been sleeping in the fork of a little stump in the pond. It surely can’t be as comfortable as the dead tree at the other end of the pond, yet when I pull back the kitchen curtains there he is carefully balanced on his tiny perch. I have yet to snap a picture of him because he always leaves just after dawn.
This poor bunny made me sad this morning. I was outside filling the feeders when I saw him. If you look closely you’ll see a huge tick on his nose and two on his ear. Poor little guy! I guess they eventually rub them off, but I’ve noticed that many of the rabbits have ticks on their faces or ears. Nothing I can do for him. At least I know he’s getting plenty to eat!
Mama squirrel fussed at me a bit when I worked under HER bois d’arc tree this morning. I imagine she thought I posed some sort of threat to whatever babies she has this year. Like every other creature on this hill she sometimes forgets that I’m the one who scatters nuts and seed everywhere. LOL
So…that’s why I don’t watch a lot of television. Much more fun to watch nature…