There is a mallard duck that has a nest in the dense flowery growth of our garden.
As a result, we have gone out and bought a manual lawnmower, (so as not to disturb her).
I’m taking exquisite pride in using it; like a grandmother tiptoeing around a baby sleeping in a nursery.
I’d have to say my favourite bird song is the chickadee’s “fee bee, fee bee.”
There is something about the touching simplicity of it that goes straight to the soul.
There is also the exquisite beauty of the cardinal’s rapturous song and I’ve heard that the nightingale is not bad….
Who is that having a breakfast of birdseed with the squirrel? It is Norman, the Norway rat.
Maybe it was all the weekly chips that Mom threw out the back door after her fish and chips, (before we moved in). Maybe it’s all the birdseed I thought I was putting out for the birds. But there was Norman, the Norway rat.
Kind-of-cute, except for his tail. He bounded away like a miniature kangaroo. Hopefully, if we stop feeding him, he will go away.
They are very romantic together; very affectionate.
They go out for a drink. They have some food. They preen themselves and each other; they make love and they spend the rest of the evening together on the telephone line.
They always have dates to go out for a drink together. They have ‘his’ and ‘her’ sides of the bird bath.
Mr. purple finch had a very long, animated and exquisitely beautiful one-sided conversation with his wife while hopping around her on the telephone line.
The squirrel was jerking back and forth uncontrollably in the grass. I was really worried about it. Had it got caught in some wire or a line?
I had thrown a thin branch into the grass from the garden and the squirrel was grabbing it and twirling under it and at one point it jumped straight up, at least half a foot, into the air.
And then I understood. It wasn’t caught or hurt. It was having fun.
The starlings are skittish and neurotic, acting like they are part of The Three Stooges; while the common grackle lands far away from the suet and seed, and confidently saunters over like he is inspecting the place and giving it a once over.
The white-throated sparrow made an unexpected visit to the bird feeder today. He appeared with his jaunty striped racing helmet on, looking like he was ready for the Tour de France.
The starlings are going mad over the suet when the squirrels let them have a chance. The nuthatch makes a casual appearance and the common grackle saunters confidently below snatching up the crumbs.
The American goldfinch makes an unexpected visit to the porch-swing feeder; carefully picking out the black-oil sunflower seeds and the nyjer.
The mourning doves relax among the new dandelions; luxuriously stretching their wings like someone just waking up.
Juncos and sparrows interchange spots; each jockeying for position.
The American robin ignores all and concentrating on his task, listens for worms.