As I work in the my yard and garden I am thrilled as birds, squirrels, frogs, butterflies, bees go about their activities, for the most part ignoring me, until I interfere with the routine.
The chickadee couple has 7 young nestling they are feeding all day. When I work the bed near the base of their home Momma or Daddy will fly in, sit on a limb nearby and warble softly. That’s my signal to do something else, giving privacy while the pair enters the neatly tailored nest to feed hungry mouths. Two down, five to go, in this never ending circle of day long feedings.
I step away, turn and watch the 2 fly in, then quickly dart out, headed on a new hunt. Back to work until I am signaled to get lost; so it goes as long as I work the area.
When I am digging the raised beds of vegetables, the mockingbird who has a nest in the hedgerow nearby flies in, does a little dance with waving wings, eyes me and proceeds to look for bugs; he is not 4 feet away.
We talk as he hunts, well, I do; he watches me out of one eye. When the bug is safely in his beak, he kind’a squats and lifts off to feed Mama as she incubates eggs in the ragged nest they call home.
Mr and Mrs Bluebird are back for the 4th year. Initially, I junked their handmade, weathered old box shack and installed a fancy cedar store bought bungalow, which they inspected and promptly left; I could hear angry tweetering as they flew to the nearby pear tree.
He liked it; she said “Well, live in it with the chickadees, or by yourself!” as she haughtily preened her under wing feathers.
I dug the old house out of the junk pile, re-nailed it together; set it up about 15 feet from the old site.
Took awhile, but it is filled with a pinestraw nest that, as of this morning, holds 5 sky blue eggs.
The couples sits on the phone line as I work in the area and softly chirp a bluebird thank you, sir, melody!
The red headed woodpeckers nest in a rotten limb hollowed out in the oak tree across the street; a pair of doves coo softly each morning and evening, a nest made of loose sticks must be hidden nearby; this is a couple in waiting for the emergence of 2 0r 3 chicks from tiny white eggs.
A pair of robins, and two brown thrashers busily scout the back lawn . Somewhere in the thick hedges surrounding the property there must be nests with birdies. Parents are hunting as a pair, it seems.
Every evening, as the day begins to cool, a pair of blue jays chase a crow across the sky; poor crow never learns; he suffers the humiliation daily.
The fish in the pool swim forward every morning. Their gulping sound (yep! they are demanding little finnies!) inform me I am not getting food to them quickly enough.
Lately, the finned prima donnas have been demanding that I fix the leak in the pool, the water is lowering at an alarming rate. These swimming beauties do not accept the idea that I have to let the pool sink to it’s lowest level to see what has to be patched.
This morning, I think, I fixed it. They seem to be rejoicing that the shrinking water world is once more filling up.
The blooming purple pitcher plant smiled as its roots once more are submerged.
Six or eight squirrels are thrilled with their own feeding area–until I do not stock it. Then it is back to raiding the bird feeders along with the flock of cow birds that have invaded.
For the first time I am feeding woodpeckers, chickadee, robin, bluebirds,mockingbirds, wrens along with the usual crowd. The soft sound of the crowd remind me when coffers are empty.
How can I forget the red throated hummingbirds who return yearly to feed and nest. They were a day late this year, but they are back!!
WOW! what an experience to step outside in the cool of the pre-dawn hour to be serenaded by an awaking chorus of free creatures, inviting me to share their world.
They will live today, confident that food will be found, that life will go on; it will involve work, it may even entail danger, but in the cool evening hours they will sing again, a song of thanksgiving for all life has given.
I am saddened to realize the real message from these creatures:
You have tried to conform us to your world, you have almost destroyed us and yourself.
Come into our world; it is busy; it overflows with purpose; yet, it is simple.
Ours is a world full of beauty and hope.