A magpie is hiding from me, from other birds, from thunder. Hiding won’t make the truth go away , even if we’d like to. I’m hiding from crowds in plain sight. What are you hiding from?
Yes nature has dressed in white again, for how long? No indication from fashion world or weather commentators yet. A period of hard time for my beloved birds. Blackbirds are in fighting mood more than usual, and they are in flocks. Such a contrast they create on pure white! ET after a very heated discussion persuaded me to let her go (still feeble and in treatment) returned home twice in a hurry. There will be several feedings today, each time cleaning the ground from snow, and the food reachable.
I was planning to write about New Year resolutions, but the snow has changed it all. The birds should now be treated as kings to fight the elements of “The Mighty King”.
My other site bethsflorals.com will be ignoring King Winter, and be open daily…See you soon.
Summer feeling in spring gives warm, sweet thoughts.
Free from indoor bound, free to relish the sounds, fragrances and the colours… All seasons have endless beauties, all seasons are delightful. Yet no season can match the new birth in spring! New birth in every way: spring green, flowers, chicks, baby rabbits, baby squirrels… True behaviour of birds as mothers: caring, flying desperately in search of food. No different than human mothers… I love them even more as caring mothers and fathers…One should learn from nature, one should learn from the sweet birds!
I hope you’re having a great day 🙂
Birds with chicks dare a lot to be able to feed them. They even tolerate a person with camera as long as they keep their distance. I was lucky to take these shots as I am not a bird photographer, not knowing the right ways.
“Hawfinch is the biggest bird of the Fringillidae Family.
This bird has distinctive heavy silhouette with its “huge” bill and head, and short neck and tail. “
Happy days 🙂
My poem Birds About takes me back to summer of 2013 when I started writing poems (I still call them scribbles) in English and that one was the fifth. It came about after a word/tweet exchange with a young, thoughtless lady blaming me that I should be showing pictures of them if I see so many in my garden. It’s being summer I was busy tweeting with my gardener friends mostly about flowers and flower photos! Birds About was first published on PoetryZoo on August 18, 2013 and received 4 hearts=likes! I was very proud of myself. Later when I started with my blog it was the second published post & got 5 likes from my blogger friends; thank you all 🙂
Here it is:
Hate to brag won’t be doing it here
Just listing the birds I daily see.
Only to find out whether you’re jealous..
Or accusing me of lying, so ready?
(Neither a birder nor over-zealous)
Love and admire these
miraculous creatures that can hop, peck, dive, glide,
sing, screech, wade, migrate and fly.
Strong yet fragile
Meeting elements of nature
without complaint, they mostly survive…
Buzzard in winter after birds’ food
And now leaves gifts behind:
(much to my disgust) feathers of its prey.
Our nocturnal friend tawny owl’s nest
here to return, to raise three
non-stop crying owlets each year..
It is quiet when they are fledged,
Even constant cries can be missed, weird!
Never seen cuckoo but heard, announcing
summer too early or too late
believed so by the villagers…
“Peanuts are for me” thinks woodpecker
Only Great Spotted type lives about
Annoying nuthatch, the Tits coal, blue and great…
Green finches, yellowhammer on the ground,
Meadow pipit, house sparrow, wren,
Robin, dunnock, all flying around
Searching, enjoying what they find.
Before sunset swallows fly over head
in flocks, with grace and elegance.
Forgot to mention rooks, blackbirds
always probing the ground for earthworms…
Chaffinches, greenfinches and hawfinches
Shy and difficult to observe, after berries
Share pinecones, hazelnuts with squirrels..
And love to watch swifts in constant flight…
Wood pigeons seen only in winter,
Collared ones almost every day.
Crows attacking jay chicks just fledged
was observed with terror, leaving
some lame behind, this harsh truth of nature
And constant fight of jays and magpies
takes away the pleasure of having
So many birds in my garden…
Wishing you a lovely Thursday 🙂 xxx
My very first Throwback Thursday is going to be my first blog here on Word Press. As usual my birds were on my mind, always my birds… This is an unselfish love towards these courageous creatures of our nature, our world! How can one not to have these feelings? They have everything I don’t. Yes they are not human beings, and they live with their instincts. But you should observe them while nesting, caring together for their chicks! Then I don’t see any difference between them and human parents. My walk-in- wardrobe cum study is still full with all sorts of bird food; I still use a big part of my budget for them making a choice between them and my needs: they always win!
It is now time for hoarding as much bird food as possible. Two years ago in the harsh winter I could not leave home for three weeks due to snow. Daily affords of shoveling snow were inutile, big bags of road salt for driveway did not work either. From garage to street is a long driveway to gate which was also blocked by merciless snow trucks. By an attempt of cleaning the roads they pushed all the snow to my gate, blocking it totally. Strong frost well under -20*C froze the snow to a solid block. And nobody in this godforsaken country offered help. I have learned my lesson hard way. Many weeks now from oatmeal to flour are being bought and put away for winter. But my birds are much more important for they have only me…So big bags of wild bird food, peanuts, all sizes of fat balls, sunflower seeds, coconut fat are now blocking my study which is a passage to my bedroom. I intend to buy more to avoid the tragedy: the death of four birds four years ago. Since that winter I am feeding them. It was very sad to try burying them in the snow, in the frozen solid ground. It has to be avoided at all cost, methinks…
When the snow starts to fall, there comes a silence in the garden; you can even imagine, feel that the birds are holding their breath; trying to understand what’s going on around them. Then as if there’s a conductor’s baton directing them to chant the first notes, they start to chirp! They chirp again as if nothing has happened: so many tales to tell so many songs to sing… They chirp cheerfully. How I adore them! Who is the strongest one?
Here are some photos I took while it was snowing yesterday: Blue Tits, Blackbirds & I believe Bullfinches, House Sparrows. Please correct me if I’m wrong…
Wishing you a peaceful Sunday 🙂 xxx