Watching the birds; waiting for more snow...
Sunday, November 10, 2019
I have had bird feeders in my front and side yards for years and have entertained a number of different species.
Living in the city, I consider myself lucky to have had one hummingbird and one oriole.
During one winter, a tiny owl spent her nights perched in the peak of my roof and every spring since my youngest nephew was 4, a pair of mallard ducks have returned; waiting on the church roof for me to fill the feeders and put some seed in the ground catcher and we have had some pretty interesting conversations (and yes, they do talk back).
I've seen a Kestrel falcon on the fence, a Cooper's hawk cooling itself on a hot summer's day, under the oak and there are always red tails soaring over head.
There are 3 crows who are a stitch to watch and as a result I've dubbed them Larry, Moe and Curly only to have found out just recently that there are actually 4 (so maybe add shemp or switch to Lenny, Squiggy, Laverne and Shirley??) and I have seen at least one Turkey vulture and one heron flying by during the last year.
Occasionally, there's been a woodpecker on the pole outside the bedroom window and in all my time year here, I've only seen one blue jay.
Sometimes, (but rarely) the goldfinches visit and I can hear them coming when they're about 4 houses away and across the alley; most finches who visit are either purple or house.
There are a plethora of sparrows; very chatty and kinda snippy; they don't play well with themselves, let alone others except the chipmunks. They seem to be able to eat side by side with them.
Squirrels visit, too but they chase everyone off with their grand flipping and flopping entrance from the arch or lilac bush.
My heart soars when I see cardinals, especially a pair or a female; I am elated when the black caps visit in little cliques; so chatty and courteous, but this time of year, I wait ~ almost holding my breath ~ for the appearance of the dark eyed junco; the snow bird.
So beautiful, slate and light gray with dark eyes, a white (underside) tail and a distinct song.
They mostly hang out in the back in my raised beds, digging for food, going through the leaves, etc. but they'll also come to the feeders oftentimes when snowing.
For some reason they bring a very peaceful feeling and a renewed spirit and for that reason I'm writing this.
Just got a notice that there's a winter weather advisory here tomorrow for another 3 to 5 inches of snow that should start around midnight and we're supposed to have unseasonably colder weather for the next few days and that's actually kindof good news. for sure it means lighter, fluffier snow and I hope it means the juncos will come with it.
I was happy to see one (which is a bit rare) in my planter yesterday morning and where there's one, more are sure to follow. I can't wait for them to arrive en masse and watch them; they're lovely little birds.
I tried to get this one's photo, but apparently it could see me through the window, so all morning it would come, I'd take my camera toward the window, it would cock it's head and then fly away. It almost became a game of tag. I finally set my camera up in the window, focused and waiting - all set to just push a button, but even that was too much movement for the little one and I eventually gave up.
When there is safety in numbers, I'll try again and hopefully get a nice shot.
In the meantime, I have some chuck in the slowcooker, a pot of coffee brewing and I think I'm going to put my fuzzy jammies on and watch the Packers game. I know it's only 3:30 but it will be dark in less than an hour, I've done my laundry dishes and exercising and I'll be steeling myself for what's to come tomorrow.
Of course, it's the day both my furries have to go to the vet. How could it not be, LOL. I swear the temps drop for that one day every year that I take them. They aren't going to like it; I'm not going to like it, but hey... That's Life in Wisconsin.