September 17 – The mock orange bushes in our front yard are always full of sparrows or other small birds that seem to feel safe and at home, where they are half hidden. The humming birds also fly from their feeder hanging from the side of the porch over to the mock oranges.
Speaking of birds, there are many stories I could tell about those creatures in relationship to our house. So many times during the years, various kinds of birds have flown smack into our big picture window right near the porch. When they hit, they often fall to the ground, stunned. Many times we have picked up those birds, and while Dale holds them in his hand, I snap photos of them. Humming birds, woodpeckers, baby blue jays, sparrows, and probably some others that I don’t remember.
Once as Dale held a humming bird with its beautiful greenish back sparkling in the sun, I cooed to it, thinking I would quit when the bird woke up and flew away. But when the bird finally opened its eyes, it made no move whatsoever to fly away. As I patted its back and continued my singing (NO, I am not a singer, really), it never moved, but just looked at me quizzically, and finally decided to go on its way. Probably was pretty hungry by then.
A couple of years ago we were treated to a concert by the mocking birds who built nests in the mock orange. We have wondered so many times how in the world those birds could come up with so many and varied bird songs. “Our” birds always started their repertoire with the song of the cardinals, “Cheer, cheer, cheer!”
Across the road is the well-kept farmland of the Reynolds family; actually just a bit of their acreage where their cattle graze and where bale after bale shows an abundance of hay cut from the field. Around the big pond where the cattle get their drinks or wade on 90-degree days, we can see blue herons and Canada geese fly up to continue on their journey, north or south, depending on the time of year. Sometimes we are happy to see big flocks of snow geese there. – CHRIS