Spring!

The robins have been out in full force today and there is not an inch of soundscape not crammed with their song. This must mean spring is around the corner.

Be Like the Bird

My aunt gave me a book of children's poetry and in it I found a lovely piece by Victor Hugo.

Be like the bird, who 

Halting in his flight

On limb too slight

Feels it give way beneath him,

Yet sings, 

Knowing he hath wings. 

 

Fluffy Winter Plumage

Since seeing the flock of goldfinches on Christmas Eve, I put out a thistle seed sock to encourage them to return. Having seen no action all week, I finally had my first visitor. It was about 5 degrees out so he's got his winter plumage puffed out to maximum. The rest of his crew arrived later and preferred the birch tree.

Nine Finches Flocking

This morning I saw what could have been a verse of the 12 Days of Christmas. A flock of nine goldfinches nibbling away at the birch tree.

Merry Christmas!

Nine Finches Flocking

Tiny Prints

With all the beautiful snow we've had, I had to pull this photo out. I took it last December on our front steps because the little snowy prints completely melted my heart.

Flying Drunk

While watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade at my mom and dad's house we were startled by a loud bang against the big front window. Whatever it was had hit with such force we thought maybe someone had instigated a snowball fight with a misfire on the house.

There on the ground below the window was a robin who had flown too fast and smacked into the reflection. He had landed on his back on the sidewalk below and panted in his shocked state for several minutes. We were pretty sure he was "flying towards the light" but a few minutes later he began moving his head around like he was trying to figure out what the heck just happened. All of us watching were relieved when he managed to flop onto his feet, and he even allowed my dad to pick him up and place him on the planter in front of the house, out of the way any hungry neighborhood cats.

The poor little guy sat there looking pathetic as he watched his robin buddies buzz around the crabapple tree eating its fermented fruits. That's my theory anyway- that the berries that never fell from the tree have become an intoxicating treat. Maybe that's why this guy lost control as he left the Crabapple Bar. He eventually flew away, a little worse for wear.

Juncos! Part II

After our big snow yesterday I put out some bird seed making sure there was some scattered on the ground to attract the juncos. Here is one happy little guy. The photo doesn't do him justice; his charcoal black coat and fluffy white underbelly look so cozy atop of blanket of clean snow.

Winter is coming, just ask the birds

I haven't posted much lately and that's not for lack of bird activity.

Birds are migrating, with some leaving us for warmer southern temps, and some joining us from their northern summer homes, like juncos. The geese have been practicing their Vs. It's funny watching some of those younger geese try to figure out where they are supposed to fall into line. By now those formations are getting tighter and coming together quicker than a few weeks ago. Some might have left already but there are still flocks who haven't yet.

I noticed a few weeks ago that the goldfinches have already donned their "winter coats." From the back they still have their signature finch design with the wings creating a stripey V, and no longer bright yellow but more of a dull taupe.

Everyone is taking advantage of the bountiful natural seed harvest, trying to gain their winter fat stores. We have a few sparrows who have fattened up considerably since the last of their offspring left the nest. My feeders have been empty for the past few months because I know there is plenty of food for them to find in the seeding flowers and weeds, like my sunflowers and the neighbor's coneflowers, both favorites of the goldfinch.

The birds know it won't be long now before the weather changes!

Juncos!

The slate juncos have returned! These little snowbirds are about the size of a sparrow and have beautiful gray feathers and soft white bellies. In flight their tails fan out into a contrasting slate and white sail. They look especially pretty on a snowy day. I startled one the other day and he called out in a hard tic sound, but I think they also have a few songs in their repertoire.

Pictures don't do them justice this time of year. I'll wait for the day when they cluster under my feeder atop a clean blanket of snow.

Sunflowers

I planted sunflowers on the side of the garage, knowing that goldfinches and others like to nibble at the seed heads in the fall. Beneath each flower head there is a collection of white bird droppings- proof that the seeds are ripe and birds are hungry.

Another obvious sign....

Blue Jay

A pair of blue jays took turns at the feeder this morning, leaving a line of sparrows waiting for them to move on.

Sparrow Dirt Bath

A few sparrows enjoying sun-baked dirt for a little bath. They dug bowls (or bathtubs?) in the ground by scooting around on their tummies, then fluttered their wings to kick the dirt over themselves.

Momma Squirrel and the Hungry Birds

For a while a little black squirrel and a larger gray squirrel would visit our feeder for breakfast each day, and sometimes for an afternoon snack. Sometimes I try to chase them away because they spill birdseed from the tube and toss aside less preferred morsels as they dig through the tray in search of the good stuff.

In addition to being messy eaters they keep the birds away. The other day I noticed several sparrows standing on the sidewalk, watching the bird feeding station longingly as if they were helpless to feed themselves. I followed their gaze to the giant gray squirrel sitting in the tray. Poor little birds were waiting for her to leave!

I was just about to run out there in my pajamas and spout something crazy like, "get outta here, you varmint!" But then the squirrel reached up to the tube to grab a sunflower seed and I noticed she had recently nursed (I won't describe her personal details here, but I've included her picture so you can see for yourself). I stopped myself - I can't bring myself to shoo away a squirrel who is nursing babies!

So for now, as long as momma squirrel is nursing, I will leave her to stuff her face with as much bird food as she needs. The birds will just have to wait their turn.

Sock Feeder

Because of an increase in goldfinch activity, I bought a nyjer seed sock feeder to accommodate these sweet birds. It went unnoticed for a day, but now even the sparrows and chickadees are enjoying it. I positioned the tray underneath the sock so the seeds won't drop to the ground and plant themselves, and the sparrows have found it's a convenient platform from which they reach up to the sock to grab a few bites, and it's also a great place to politely wait one's turn.

Salt and Pepper

My sister-in-law gave me these salt and pepper shakers for my birthday this year. Aren't they perfect?

Feather

On a walk through a wooded area of our neighborhood where the blue jays make their homes, I found one of their feathers on the ground. The child-like urge to pick up this treasure lead me to bring it home where it now adorns the kitchen window. I was amazed to feel the air resist against the feather as I swung my arms; it's no wonder birds can soar so easily.

Two by Two

I went for a walk this morning and passed this storm pond. There are four pairs of ducks in various stages of the head under butt up feeding position.

Geese Crossing

Taken at Phalen Park in St. Paul a couple of weeks ago.

Good As Gold

Yesterday as I filled the feeders I heard goldfinches everywhere. I was surprised because I usually only see one mating pair at the feeder together so my assumption was there were few of these birds in my neighborhood. When I looked up in the birch tree, directly above me a male leaned over to his fluttery winged companion and fed it, meaning they've got a brood fledging. Goldfinches tend to mate later in the season than most birds.

This morning is no different with the goldfinch population. After this was taken a fourth joined but I wasn't quick enough to photograph it. They are very hungry today.

Nature's Alarm Clock

Earlier this spring we took advantage of the warming weather to air out the house by leaving the windows open all day and overnight. It felt so good to get fresh air blowing through the house. Even Tokyo's spring fever starts when she can sniff at the open patio door. With that luxury of fresh air comes what some may consider a downside: early morning bird calls.

I will admit that some people, my dad for instance, find a sort of peace in the early dawn light listening to birdsong with a cup of coffee on the back patio. Others, like me, prefer to sleep until the alarm clock has gone off at least a couple times. For several weeks it had been my habit to peacefully fall asleep to a fresh spring breeze, then wake up at 4AM to shut the bedroom window when what began as sweet birdsong became like a crowded diner during the lunch rush, then hope to squeeze in a couple more hours of sleep before the beeping reality on my nightstand ordered me up and at 'em.

In the spring and early summer, the robins provided my 4AM wake-up call. It usually began with one robin sending out what sounds like a maniacal laugh of "tuh tuh tuh tuh tuh!" Then the rest of the robins within earshot would start their "cheerup cheerio cheerup." It's actually quite charming, but I still had to shut the window.

Lately I've noticed the robins are quiet and it's the cardinals sending out their pre-dawn chirps. On nights cool enough to leave the air conditioner off, mornings usually begin with one cardinal starting its day with a friendly "purdy purdy purdy," which they sing as many as 12 to 14 times. I've also heard "shirp, shirp, teew teew teew teew teew." I began counting the number of "shirps" versus "teews" and noticed it's 2 and 6, with a few variations.

Although I complain about being woken before I would like, I will admit that I can appreciate hearing such friendly songs as cheerup, cheerio, purdy and what-cheer, first thing in the morning. It's as if they're saying, "cheerio! What a purdy morning, cheerup and you'll see what-cheer is in store for you today!"