Posts Tagged ‘nest’


June 25, 2011

We are only the second owners of the house in which we live. The people who built it put a lot of thought into some of the details, especially in the yard. Daily I’m filled with delight because of their planning!

When we moved in I remember thinking, ‘these people are really obsessed with birds!’ Now I see why! It might seem to some that I’ve become obsessed with them as well, but if so, it’s probably because I’m able to watch them and observe their behavior. Whether or not I’m obsessed, I have come to be quite fond of them.

I’ve learned that if you want to see and enjoy birds or butterflies, or whatever, you need to plant trees and flowers from which those creatures enjoy eating. The former owners did just that.

They designed a bird-haven in front of the large family room window. They built a wooden structure designed especially for hanging various bird feeders. They also planted a Serviceberry Tree in the lee of the house, a little corner off to the side of the window that is protected from the wind.

fruit of service berry tree

Fruit on the Serviceberry Tree

Over the years the tree has grown and become shelter, school and fast food stop to hundreds of birds!

Because of the former owners’ foresight, we’ve been filled with wonder and delight as we’ve discovered birds we’d never even seen before!

Over these dozen years we’ve observed male and female birds of various types:

Goldfinches, Cardinals, Downy Woodpeckers, Hairy Woodpeckers, Nuthatches, Purple House Finches, Grackles (not my favorite), Robins, Eurasian Doves, Mourning Doves, Orioles, Cedar Waxwings, a Sharp Shinned Hawk, and various assorted sparrows.

We’ve enjoyed seeing baby Robins hopping around the yard, chirping relentlessly for their parents to come rescue or feed them!

Since we moved in we’ve had to remove some large pines that were dying, so we landscaped, adding three Blue Spruce, a few Aspen trees and an Ash tree which provide more perches, more habitat for all these species.

A few years ago, we built a water feature in a corner alcove nestled beneath a towering River Birch and two Althea (Rose of Sharon) trees and have had the delight of watching cardinals and goldfinches and even a Red-Winged Blackbird come and drink and bathe in the water. The hotter the day, the more numerous are the fountain’s visitors. They perch on the fence, their beaks open as they seem to pant. Then nervously they glance side to side as they swoop down to take a few gulps of fresh water.

Somewhere along the line, we came across a small nesting box and hung it from a post built in the alcove next to the fountain. Last year I noticed a bird or two taking an interest, but sadly, they didn’t move in.

This spring we were elated to see a pair of Black-Capped Chickadees move in! They have hatched a little  family in our nesting box! My husband and I sit out there as often as we can watching the parents come  and go. At first they were carrying building supplies in their beaks, and then spelling each other as they  both took turns sitting on the eggs. Finally we noticed they were coming and going with greater  frequency, their beaks full of little inch worms and insects! We heard peeping and in a few days were  able to see tiny, featherless heads bobbing as they clamored for food!

Before much longer, those baby chickadees were figuring out that food came from the little round  opening above them and you could see them jostle to get closer. Now mom and dad cart in larger caterpillars and seeds and suet! They are sedulous! (dedicated and diligent)

Within about a week’s time, those little chirps had changed from single peeps to the clear “chick-a-dee” call these birds are named for! Such tiny, scrawny little featherless urchins are peeping, “chick-a-dee … chick-a-dee” like they’ve been at it all their lives! Oh wait, they have! Those little creatures have had us in awe! chick-a-dees

This amazing Chickadee family have been medicine to our sometimes weary souls. Their presence takes our minds off of all our preoccupations and we sit and listen with joy and wonder as new life has emerged right before us.

As I sat here yesterday morning, there were chirps being repeated from the Serviceberry tree in front of me. Baby sparrows were perched nervously, clumped close together, waiting for their parents to come deposit food into their open, expectant beaks. Their chest feathers were fuzzy-looking with fluffed-out feathers. One was bravely trying to preen and the others were hanging on for dear life! Their chirps were repetitive and persistent. It’s akin to our kids saying, “Mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom . . .” incessantly until we answer them! I can just hear daddy sparrow’s thoughts, “Alright-already! Hang on! Don’t get your feathers in a wad, I’m coming!”

Today they are back and a bit more adventurous. They sidle up to mom and wiggle, their tail feathers all aflutter, beaks ready for their treat. I’m guessing by tomorrow their mom will be telling them, “Go get it yourself!”

Our little Black-capped Chickadee parents swoop in and out, quickly grabbing seed or suet and off they go to their nest. Back and forth, back and forth, tirelessly and devoted.

A gold finch flits in and away. A male cardinal lands in the hanging box, grabs some food and takes off. (Yesterday I sat with my mouth agape, incredulous as a male cardinal sat next to a female on a limb in this same tree, feeding her! How precious!)

This activity causes me to recall some Bible verses I learned about as a young girl.

“Are not five sparrows sold for two cents? Yet not one of them is forgotten before God. Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Do not fear; you are more valuable than many sparrows.” Luke 12:6,7

What comfort. God sees them all – not just the ones in my yard, but all the sparrows and birds of all kinds all over the planet! They are precious and important enough to him to keep his eye on and Jesus said that we are more valuable than they I don’t have to be afraid. He provides for them, he will provide for me.

I want to be as eager and expectant as these little fledglings, looking to God, my Father, to care for me, even better than these feathered friends of mine look after their little ones. After all, I’m important to him, and you are too!


May 21, 2010

Okay, I know I’ve been writing about birds an awful lot and I apologize, but I’m absolutely enthralled with the sights and sounds right in my own backyard!

I heard on the radio today that June is the best month for watching birds as they are most active during this month. Mating, building nests, laying eggs and incubating them, feeding the little critters once they’ve hatched and teaching them to fly and hunt on their own. I’m seeing it all right out my window! Not even three feet away!

On the radio it was also said that bird watching is increasing in popularity as people are feeling more and more detached from nature because of the press of urban life. They long for a connection with nature and birdwatching is easy and free!

Right now there are at least six sparrows, maybe more, perched at various places in the Service Berry tree right outside this window. They are producing quite a racket! The mom and dad are flying back and forth to the hanging feeders grabbing seeds as quickly as they can and darting back to the squeaking sparrowlets. They sit perched on a few low branches peeping loudly and as a parent approaches their noises stop but in their excitement their entire body shakes uncontrollably from side to side like a tremor. The wiggles stop just long enough for the parent bird to pop some food in their mouths and the peeping begins immediately as the parents fly back and forth delivering the best kind of carry-out!

Peep, peep, peep, peep . . . . These are devoted parents. I’ve been watching the same behaviour in the other two nests in our yard. A family of grackles is in one pine tree and robins are in the one next to it. I went out in the rain yesterday and standing under my umbrella, snapped a couple of photos of the robins in their nest. They aren’t terrifically clear, but I still like them.

baby robins in nest

robin on nest in rain

I sat watching them a bit this morning and again this afternoon. The parents rotate. While one is feeding the bobbing heads, the other is out grabbing more food as quickly as they can. As the newly supplied bird flies up to the tree, the other takes off to reload. Such activity! Such noise! Such a delight to be able to see this and marvel at God’s design of these little creatures to care for and train their young. No bird parenting classes. No manuals. It’s just in them. (I need to ask God about that. Why didn’t he program us with parenting skills? Why isn’t it just instinctual for us to raise our young? Why does it have to be so doggone difficult sometimes?!)

I’ve tried to get close enough to the window to snap a photo of the sparrows assembled in the tree waiting for dinner but every time I get near, they all fly off, even the little ones! They may not know how to get food yet, but they’ve gotten quite skilled at flying away!

This year I think I’ve seen more kinds of birds than ever before in our yard. The only bird I haven’t seen yet this year is the tiny nuthatch. I’ll keep looking. I’m sure they’ll come visit soon!

Seeing these avian parents frenetically feeding their offspring makes me smile in remembrance of the years my husband and I spent feeding, training and caring for our little ones, now grown. It’s exhausting work but very gratifying! There is something deeply satisfying seeing these birds feeding their young. There is nothing like nurturing.

It makes me think of the nurturing of God:

Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?  (Matthew 6:26)

As I watch the birds feeding their young, I’m reminded of God’s kindness in providing food for them. I’m also reminded that if God provides for them, he will provide for me. I don’t even have to shake and peep and wiggle and squirm!

duckling promenade

March 13, 2010

Two springs ago, our neighbor called to tell us we had a dozen mallard ducklings following their mother through our yard! I grabbed my camera and carefully made my way outside to snap a few photos of them! What an adorable sight!

Last spring, a mother mallard laid several eggs under a bush near our garage door. After being frightened by our cars coming and going, she abandoned her nest. We waited a day for her return, then we gathered them up and made our own make-shift nest for them by filling a small bucket with down from an old pillow and securing a light over them for warmth. We researched how to care for them and set a timer to turn them every few hours for weeks and weeks! Once in a while we’d hold the eggs up to a light to see their development and movement within their safe little shell homes.

Unfortunately not one of them made it. We were terribly disappointed. Our herculean effort failed to help them survive.

I wonder if that mommy will be back this year. In the meantime, I thought I’d share our pictures with you!  Enjoy!

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