Warning: This entry has absolutely nothing to do with Mystery Books, Cozy or Non Cozy!
For the last few weeks, I have noticed the crowds around my bird feeder getting smaller and smaller. I thought that unfortunate incident with the Cooper Hawk might have had something to do with the diminishing traffic, but it has been at least a month since he/she used my yard as his/her private hunting ground.
I have mentioned that since Sprite (our beloved dog) is no longer with us, I moved my computer desk out to the kitchen. >>> Actually, I had my husband and son move my desk… but there’s really no reason to be that technical about it! I felt that as long as we have large windows in the kitchen, I wanted to be able to enjoy sitting by one of them – so that I could watch the birds at the feeders in our back yard.
Unfortunately, the Northern Cardinals, Northern Mockingbirds, and Carolina Chickadees don’t frequent our feeders very often, but we do have a whole lot of House Sparrows. But as I said, they seemed to have stopped congregating around the feeders a few weeks ago.
However, two days ago I found out why! I looked outside at the feeders and saw dozens of Sparrows out there. They were engaging in their usual activities, pecking at each other to get the best places at the feeders, spending a lot of time making sure no other Sparrows encroached on their “territory” (wasting time not feeding while doing their guarding!), and dropping a lot of seeds on the ground.
Last weekend I mowed the ground in order to mulch the acorns and leaves. >>> Actually, I had my husband mow… but again, there is no reason to be that technical about it! (The reason I mention this it to make sure you don’t think we had super long, over-grown grass.) Getting back to two days ago – I thought I saw movement in the grass, like the grass was sort of hopping and bopping. I got my trusty binoculars out (YIKES!!! I think bird watching with binoculars is the first sign of “old age”!!!) and there, amongst the short grass blades were the most adorable, little, itty, bitty Sparrows I have ever seen. They are so tiny you can barely see them, until they hippity-hop-bop while vying for the best location to get the bird feeder’s falling seeds.
It has been years since I took Biology, but for some reason I thought of Spring as the “official” newborn season. Of course, even though we are still technically in winter, our weather is so spring-like, it borders on being almost insanely summer-like. Either way, I am going to enjoy these little fellows… They grow up so fast…