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New Life Abounds

In spite of the season’s late rains, I hear tiny peeps coming from the birdhouses scattered across the farm.  Right outside my kitchen window, one of the houses is occupied by a family of house wrens.  Each time I walk through the gate on which the house is mounted, the fledglings begin to peep.

Lower on the orchard fence, a family of western bluebirds has taken residence.  It’s most fascinating to observe the rituals that the male and female take with the feeding of their young.  One stands on the top of the house fluffing its feathers as its tail bounces up and down while the other is out searching for food.  I can only guess that this is an attempt at scaring off any other birds that might be interested in entering the house while the mate is away.  I listen as they call to one another… a signature of sorts because they continue this until the food-seeker has returned to the nest.

Once these rains finally end, I hope to witness the first flights.  Today I noticed that a long stem is now protruding from the wren house.  A perch perhaps for a launching lesson?

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The Birds and the Fees

Since the barn is in need of some repair before I can begin housing animals, I decided to pick up a hobby I enjoyed while living on the mountain… bird feeding.  I was quite familiar with a variety of feeders and the process of attracting birds to my mountain garden.  However, at this time of year, there were very few takers other than the nuthatches and some early Oregon juncos.

What I was not prepared for at this lower elevation was the “birdie broadcast” that went out across the wires the moment I hung out the feeders.  Within minutes, my nyjer seed sacks were alive with the most beautiful shades of gold and yellow finches.  And while every inch of fabric was covered with beaks and little feet, there were dozens more politely waiting on the barren branches for their turn.

So yesterday, while driving back from Lowe’s, I thought to stop at the feed store in the nearby town and pick up more seed since the little 10-pound “trial” bag was emptied within a matter of a week.  “What size?” the clerk asked.  As I pondered the price list and debated about the amount of seed I would realistically need, I opted for the bargain:  50 pounds!  And then, without hesitation, I handed the clerk the same amount of money as dinner & wine at my favorite restaurant… and realized my destiny.

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