I was so pleased and surprised to find actual blueberries! We have a fair number of blueberry plants, that are besieged by field weeds, but besides that, I’ve never beaten a chicken to a blueberry. They clean any intrepid berry off long before they reach blue.
These berries are on the chicken-less far side of the former pasture, but the wild bird population is very strong too, so it’s a pleasant surprise to find a few ripe berries of my own! There were three whole plants with blue berries!
I was at a friend’s this week picking berries in a lush, abundant field. He doesn’t have chickens.
It snowed last night, so it’s time to put out a birdfeeder for winter (I’ve cast some seeds out before on the cold November days, but now I’ll maintain this food source so the birds may become dependent).
This means, what’s in the recycling right now I can make a feeder from? Rather than walking all the way to the shop for the one I made last year.
It’s always fun to see how long it takes for the birds to find it. Under an hour for a full banditry of chickadees to show up. Then song sparrows and a purple finch, just like that.
A troupe of Eastern Grosbeaks comes through periodically, every 3-4 days in the winter. They must be making a circuit of local food sources.
I don’t know where s/he’s off to, but it’s still a world of snow out here.
I’m sad for all the animals; this weirdly long winter must be so hard on them. The robins are in a high-profile crisis, and I’ve noticed the dwindling numbers and variety at my feeder, leaving the dauntless corps of constant chickadees and woodpeckers. Even if the birds survive, will they be strong enough, and early enough, to lay eggs? Will the young birds have time to grow up before the next winter sets in?
I will be watching for our robin who set two nests last year. Maybe she was planning ahead for her species.
It’s never the greedy and careless or makers of bad laws that suffer first, it’s the innocent and delicate at the other end of the spectrum.
We just started staying in this place that has big beautiful windows, and lots of bird life. Unfortunately, there were a variety of bird bodies lying on the deck under the windows with two more casualties before the week was out.
In a hurry to try anything at all to end the carnage, I taped a few streamers of wrapping ribbon to the top of the windows.
So far, no more bird death!
This might be all it takes. It’s not terribly esthetic. The wind blows them all around and the curly nature of the ribbon can make them knot and tangle, but as long as it works -. I think the moving, waving ribbon, even when it’s blowing clear off the glass, creates enough sense of dimension to get the point across. This is not sky access!