Spring has officially arrived to our Minnesota home:
Yeah, I know according to the calendar Spring has been here awhile, but it’s only really felt like Spring for the past week or so. And it’s not that a flowering crabapple is an official start, but it sounds good to me.
Speaking of trees, we had to remove a maple that was too close to the house. The tree man did the deed last week. Underneath the maple were a whole lotta hostas.
With the maple gone, so was the shade for the hostas. I transplanted them to our far more shady backyard.
Wanna know how many I transplanted? Sixty-five! Crazy, right?
But they sure look nice in my pretty little woodland corner, so it was worth it. As I worked, the neighborhood birds entertained me. (You knew birds had to come into the conversation eventually, right?)
The chickadees were being their typical adorable selves, ‘natch, and our downy woodpecker is ever the charmer.
By the way, all the bird photos you’ll be seeing here have been shamelessly pilfered from the site WhatBird.com.
Please don’t tell.
Have you ever been to that site? Their search feature is pretty cool. By giving them beak size, approximate body size, primary & secondary colors, or any other features you might notice, they will give you a pretty good guess as to what the bird is. Or at least a list of birds that you can narrow down yourself.
That’s how I found out who our newest visitor to the bird feeder is: a Rose-breasted Grosbeak.
And the bird that was with him was his mate, though I never would have guessed it.
Another site I use is allaboutbirds.org. It’s a great spot for learning cool facts, such as while the Grosbeak won’t be winning any awards for their nest-building – “so flimsy you can sometimes see the eggs from underneath” – their song has been described as “a Robin who’s had opera training.”
I haven’t seen a lot of this couple. (Too busy with their voice lessons, I assume.) Mostly it’s Chickadees and my Downy Woodpecker. Oh — and the Goldfinches! Let’s not forget them.He might be tiny, but I sure wouldn’t want to be alone in a room with him. Just look into those eyes! He means business.
Speaking of little birds – I witnessed a bunch of sparrows taking on a crow!
Here’s how it happened: Our neighbor has this platform feeder where he puts fruit, nuts, cracked corn, etc. So here I am plugging another hosta in the ground — think it was number 54 — when I hear a crow making an awful racket. Cawing away something awful. I look over to see what’s pissing him off.
There he is in a tree near the feeder, flapping his wings and bobbing his head in a threatening manner. I follow his gaze and there they were, a group of sparrows.
Every time that crow tried to wing on over to the feeder, the sparrows dive bombed him! They swooped down all together, right at that old crow.
How do you suppose sparrows work together like that? Do they draw up a battle plan ahead of time?
Gosh, I wonder if they have a squad leader? “Sparrow One to Sparrow Two, come in from the right… Sparrow Four, wait for my call… steady… steady….move, move, move!”
Sparrows got moxie.
Oh, and here’s the best part: As I’m watching this battle raging, along comes a blue jay who just flew in and took whatever was on the feeder.
Which just goes to show: there’s no sense in fighting. The Blue Jay will win, every time.
I know a lot of people don’t like Blue Jays, but you gotta admit, with that sassy crest and stylish coloring? They cut a fine figure.
Some positive characteristics I’ve learned about jays: They mate for life, are very good parents, are highly intelligent and can make mincemeat of wasp nests in no time flat.
Oh, and here’s an interesting tidbit from the site:
The Blue Jay’s coloration is not derived by pigments, but is the result of light refraction due to the internal structure of the feathers; if a Blue Jay feather is crushed, the blue disappears as the structure is destroyed.
This is indeed true. I once found a pretty Blue Jay feather while walking Dog and brought it inside where she promptly decided to eat it. When she spit it out, it was no longer blue.
It was also covered in dog spit so I didn’t take a picture. Sorry.
And that wraps up our bird discussion for today. In review, please remember: even the most ordinary birds can be interesting if you just give them a chance.
Also, don’t mess with sparrows.