Our little House Wren |
Outside our dining room window thrives a small nature preserve. All things wild flourish there. My attempt at growing domesticated plants in the same soil and microclimate requires considerably more effort: fertilizing, watering, mulching, pruning, dividing and weeding. Shwew…I’m tuckered out just making the list.
Shielding Brownie's eyes from the sun, Ryan 'The Parasol' Uftring |
I’m not sure which of my personality defects is most
inclined to bird-watching: laziness or frugality. There are no cages to clean. No pine shavings to purchase. If I forget to feed them, they simply fly somewhere else for
lunch. They don’t berate me with
squawks and pecks. And the view! We literally have a rainbow of birds in our yard throughout
the year. Red Cardinals and purple Finches, orange-bellied Robins and flaming Baltimore Orioles, yellow
Gold-finches, green iridescent Hummingbirds, bossy Blue Jays and sweet Indigo Buntings.
A few years ago, I couldn’t tell a chickadee from a
sparrow. My children would ask me
to identify birds in the garden, and I was at a loss. So, I purchased a small bird book. You may have a similar manual in your
house, just your run-of-the-mill bird field guide. But yours isn’t the same as ours; not exactly. Ours has been ‘accentuated’. If you turn to our Eastern Bluebird
page, you’ll find a picture of a dutiful mother, bringing breakfast to her
young. The bubble extending from
her bug-bearing beak says, “This tastes gross.”
The 2nd grade handwriting is one of several
glaring clues that this commentary is not original to the book, but it does add
a certain something to it. On the Osprey’s
page, a predatory bird glares down with the eyes of a skilled killer. A curly mustache extends from either
side of his beak, granting a little comic relief in the face of his clearly homicidal
intentions. But just to make sure
you don’t take him too lightly, the mustachio-maker scrawled “I will eat you”
beside his head. If you’re now
feeling a little underwhelmed with your lackluster ‘conventional’ bird book,
I’m sure my adolescent artist would be willing to embellish it for a nominal
fee.
Aside from giving your children graffiti-prone material, why would you want birds around?
First and foremost, they’re fun to watch. Hollywood’s red carpets don’t have anything on these flashy
personalities. Decked in beautiful colors, they bear vivacious attitudes to boot. There
are cowards and daredevils, lovebirds and bullies, selfless parents and selfish
seed stealers. A set of binoculars
reveals miniature soap operas unfolding throughout our nature preserve. Place feeders close to windows so you can watch the drama unfold all year long.
Secondly, they eat bugs! Summertime in Illinois is the ideal environment to throw a
BBQ party for bug-eaters (Bring Birdseed Quick). Blue Indigos, barn swallows and purple
martins will feast on the #1 summer pest: mosquitoes. Also on the bird menu: grasshoppers, beetles, flies, grubs
and aphids. They won’t eradicate
them completely from your yard, but they lend a threatening atmosphere that
encourages pests to go elsewhere.
Third, they educate.
This self-proclaimed birding blockhead can now differentiate between a Brown
Thrasher and a House Wren. My
92-year-old grandma stays sharp by trying to learn something new everyday. Keeping our minds engaged and involved
in the environment benefits us as well as the wild world we live in.
2 comments:
I'm right behind you in trying to figure out which bird is which. I have the basics down but that's about it. I love that your son is shielding Brownie's eyes. I spend a lot of time standing at the kitchen door watching the birds. It's calming, especially after a day with crazy 12 year olds. :o)
Great reasons to love birds. I love them for these reasons and so much more. They always fascinate me.
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