Back Yard Birds

If you live in Kansas, there are about four days in the spring and four days in the fall when you can comfortably get outside and garden. This summer we’ve had an almost normal amount of rain so weeds are bountiful. One day last week, I decided I had to do something about them before they choked out everything else. As I got ready to weed I heard the most beautiful bird song. I looked up to see a brown thrasher not ten feet away pecking between the patio bricks. I sat very still until he flew up to a branch on the silver maple and continued singing. Then he flew into a bushy spirea. When he emerged I cautiously checked out the bush until I spotted his Missus sitting nervously on a nest. Thrilled, I backed away.

Our yard is a jungle of cedar, pine, perennials, bird baths, ponds and weeds, so ferreting out all the bird nests isn’t easy.  For example, a cardinal pair chose the gutter over the recreation room as their ideal spot. I kept seeing the mom and pop team on the roof but it took me awhile to figure out what they were doing up there.

The silver maple is over a hundred years old. It’s huge trunk is hollow. I shudder every time we have a big windstorm for fear it will blow down. It is, however, the perfect place for the neighborhood wild life to raise their young. Many generations of squirrels and raccoons have grown up there, not to mention blackbirds and woodpeckers. Fights do occur but all in all, they seem to get along remarkably well. To see two black eyed baby raccoons huddled together in the crouch of the tree while mama goes hunting brings a smile to even the most urbanized souls.

Near the back fence sits an old shed in which we once stored gardening stuff. A hole underneath has become the favorite place for a ‘possum to raise her inexhaustible supply of young.  A year or two ago, Louie carefully brought in six babies, one at a time. Each was about six inches long not counting the tail and had little needle sharp teeth. The first one ran under the sofa. We had to call the Prairie Village dog catcher to get him out. After that, we learned to immediately pick them up by their tails (being extremely careful of those sharp teeth) and put them on the far side of back fence hoping mom would find them. That summer we also learned, much to our neighbor’s relief, to shut the doggy door at bedtime. Otherwise, Louie would roam his territory all night long chasing and barking at nocturnal beings.

In addition to the gold finches have purple finches this year. I used to see them when we lived on our farm down south but climate change has forced them to move further north. Now, they mingle with the red house finch. We have to look close to tell them apart. They aren’t the only backyard birds on the move. The Audubon Society did a study in 2009 and found 305 birds that are changing their winter and summer grounds including Robins, owls and chickadees. Wherever you live, be on the lookout for new species to your backyard.

Purple finch on the  left: House finch on the right.

 

 

2 Responses to Back Yard Birds

  • This is one of my favorite blogs you have written Beth. I spend time early in the morning listening to the sweet sound of an ornery Bluejay, “twiddle dee,” and “peter, peter, peter,” from the Titmouse, “rat, a tat, tat” echoes the Woodpecker couple as they search for insects in an old cottonwood trunk. then the Cardinals, “purr, purr, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp” — entertainment at it’s finest! Great blog!

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