I have tried to save him from himself.
Nothing I have done has worked for long.
The interventions were merely distractions.
Nature has hard-wired him to fight his mirror image.
He thinks it’s another suitor for his mate.
He thinks it’s an invader in his space.
All the while his mate is ignored and his territory is neglected.
He has been fooled by an image.
Fake is Real.
He cannot fight the fixed action pattern in his little brain,
like a twelve year old boy playing Fortnite.
How do we save him from himself?
How do we get him back?
Poor little Mr. Blue.
I am sorry for you.
But go away and leave me be.
Your sickness is robbing me of peace and sleep.
I live here, too.
Blue bird be gone!
My pity won’t save you.
He comes every morning to fight his foe.
I hear the tap, tap, tapping on the window.
I know it is he, doing battle bravely.
He fights his reflection
because he does not know himself.
He is his own enemy.
flow is low
(This post is to honor those innocent people who were needlessly killed at my alma mater, UNCC.)
Creatures let you know when you have screwed up.
The bunnies throw their metal pan if their breakfast is late.
Hummingbirds buzz my head when the feeder is empty.
But this was my first scolding by a bluebird.
It started by his looking in the windows while I was cooking.
He was very vocal as he fluttered around the windows.
At first, I thought he was talking to his reflection.
But he followed me across the front of the house.
He repeatedly flew from the windows to the deck railing and back.
It finally dawned on me that the bluebird house attached to the deck pole just below where he kept landing had fallen apart over the winter.
I found a different house and got out the ladder to pop it up in the old house’s place.
I waited. The scolding continued.
It did not want a new house, it wanted its old orange house.
The one that had fallen apart.
Out came the hammer and nails. The ladder was dragged back out.
Up goes the newly reconstructed old orange house.
Mr. and Mrs. Bluebird are pleased.
I don’t appreciate being bossed around by a bird.
I have watched this Great Blue heron for hours.
It has stayed on this post all morning.
Once I looked up to see the post empty.
Next time I looked, the heron was back.
I have spent the entire morning on my computer
while my friend has spent this time preening on a post.
I tried to sneak down to the shore for a close-up,
but it flew away…
to another post.
The heron, its reflection and its shadow.
Three in one: life and light and darkness.
The real thing, its image and its negative.
My neighbor told me about this.
I thought things were amiss.
So I walked down to see,
about the three chickadee.
It turns out, by chance
he had a hole in his pants.
The mama went in to rest
and then built a nest.
Two eggs she laid,
Two babies they made.
We all think it’s sweet
to hear his pants tweet.
If I had not gone and fetched my camera, nobody would believe this story.
I am, after all, in North Carolina. I do see an occasional lone Loon visiting on the lake.
But I have NEVER seen a Loon flock? Is that what it’s called?
This morning I was out inspecting my gardens after forty-eight hours of rain.
(Good thing those ditches got put in properly!)
I heard a whoosh along the tree-lined shore. Dozens of Loons were entering the water after roosting up the bank.
More and more kept plunging into the muddy water. I ran in to get my camera.
I could not believe my eyes. The Loons were diving and stretching their wings like they were conditioning them. Over and over I observed this behavior. Dip and stretch.
They began to align in the water, all pointing southward. The running and flapping started in groups. Wave after wave of Loons lifted off. Running across the top of the water, loudly flapping their wings until getting airborne.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of this noisy spectacle. I lifted my hand in solute as they departed. All I could say was,” I don’t know anything. ” There were tears in my eyes. Nature is one miracle after another.
If I had not been out for those brief moments, I would have missed the whole event.
Had I missed this every spring? Was this flock here due to the storms pushing them inland or southward? Was this the new normal?
All I can do is take photos and report. I don’t know anything. But I can still learn!
I see my hawk friend about every day,
but not usually this close up. It looks like a broad-winged hawk.
Luckily, I was wearing my camera when it decided to land in the tree nearest the house.
I watched it glide toward me and land on the branch covered in snow.
It stayed for a few moments. Notice the snow on its head.
I was thrilled to finally get a good look at my flying friend.
I fly in my dreams.