His Reflection Addiction

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.


My Wild Friends

There is action 24/7 here at Flower’s garden.

It’s hard to get any rest.

The frogs and toads are raising a ruckus out front to all hours.

Mortimer, Front Porch Frog

Just when they get done with their revelry,

my blue friend starts pecking the window out back

Blue, Back Deck Bird

It’s hard for me to be nice with so little sleep.

I guess that’s why Ricky ran away when I tried to pet him.

Ricky, running from Flower

Flow is too old for her wild friends.

I may go take a nap, while its quiet.



Nosy Neighbor

I went into my neighbors houses while they were away and took pictures. I  knocked at the door and if no one answered, I went in with my camera to check out their housekeeping and furnishings.

At one house, some babies were home alone.  I took their pictures while they were sleeping.

Once the lady of the house ignored my knocking and was inside when I opened her door.  It was quite a shock for us both, but she let me take her picture without a fuss.

Here is Mrs. Chickadee stuck at home incubating those eggs.

Spring!!! 065She was probably glad for my company.

That fluffy stuff is fur from my New Zealand rabbit named Barley. How cozy? I love her colors.





Baby chickadees Here are the babies that were left home alone.

I don’t get this free-range parenting.

I’m a helicopter mom, like my mother before me.










I saw Mrs. Wren leave, so I took the opportunity to check out her decor.

Wren nest.
Wren nest.

Then I dropped by the Bluebirds’ house and…

What’s this? Darn cowbird. You brood parasite! You need to mooooove on.


Kidding aside, let’s compare these three nests of three different species.

All three nests were in birdhouses  connected to the deck on my home. They are the standard bluebird type houses.

Three birdhouses
Three birdhouses
Three little nests are we.
Three little nests are we.

The Carolina Chickadee lays 6-8 lightly speckled white eggs in a flat, soft nest with fewer twigs.

Chickadee nest:flat but very soft
Chickadee nest:flat but very soft

The Carolina Wren usually lays 5 brown-spotted, whitish eggs in a domed nest.  It looks like a bassinet made of twigs and grass.

Wren nest: tallest with a dome
Wren nest: tallest with a dome

The Eastern Bluebird  lays 4-6 light blue eggs in a loose, cup-like nest. All three nests included pine needles and moss.

Bluebird nest: loose with an indentation in the middle
Bluebird nest: loose with an indentation in the middle

The Brown-headed Cowbird (not really pictured)lays one white speckled egg at a time in the nests of other, usually smaller songbirds.   The foster chick grows more quickly than the biological offspring of the nest owner.   The cowbird chick out-competes the smaller chicks for food and sometimes  pushes his “siblings” out of the nest.

If you hear a squeaky, rattling gurgle-like sound, look  around.  If you see two strangers and one is in all black with a brown hood, alert your neighbors to the possibility of an impending invasion.

NO, not me with my camera.    I was referring to the cowbirds.

Follow the Flower!