I wanted to make sure you saw the link I posted yesterday, so I reposted it below. A friend in one of my bird groups sent the link. He lives in Norwich England and the shot is from the Cathedral spire. According to Craig, the weather has kept the mother on her nest the past few days. The link explains the rest.
Birders, or twitchers as they are called in England use these camcorders to birdwatch.
Years ago, I set out to become a biologist. My interest was botany, specifically ferns, but it could have easily been ornithology or the study of birds. I am nutty about birds. One of the reasons I no longer have cats is because I keep birds.
I acquired my interest in birds from Aunt Marge and my maternal grandmother, Nana, who taught me about bird watching and raising birds. My Nana is gone now, but I keep watching birds as she did. When I was a child we lived with my maternal grandparents.
It might seem strange, but I have more vivid memories of the interior of Nana’s home and the things she did more than any other childhood memories. I remember her making coffee in a dripolator. And, Nana raised Gloxinia. She even developed a white one for the Burpee Company. She also raised pet birds. I recall Nana kissing her birds goodnight before putting them in their sleep cages.
Some of my birds will kiss me, and a couple will try to take my nose off. Why would someone keep a bird who tries to take her nose off? I have become very attached to them, and they are no more trouble than cats or dogs. In fact, they are less trouble. Besides, I have small birds, not big parrots.
Earlier in the week, I was sitting in the parking lot at the post office waiting for David to mail a package when I heard a thump. I looked out the dashboard window and saw a Crow and a smaller bird which appeared to be a sparrow sail off into the grass. The Crow held the sparrow down and gave it a hard peck on the back of its neck, then he flew off with the limp Sparrow hanging from his claws. He headed across the street to a tree where he had a nest, undoubtedly. Until then I did not know Crows hunted and killed smaller birds.
Today, I was standing in the open door watching the front yard and a male Cardinal landed on the Holly tree near the door. He then flew over to the Lady Banks rose-bush and paused before moving into the twisted brambles. I watched him intently as he approached what appeared to be a nest where several small heads popped up and began chirping loudly.
The Robin is back says David. Yesterday he watched a parent Robin pulling fat worms from the front lawn and feeding a fledged baby nearby. Watching the birds has now become a favorite pastime for David. Amazing what you discover when you slow down and smell the flowers.
David has promised to take me to the Fish Market tomorrow for my birthday lunch. The weather will be absolutely perfect and I can get a nice summer salad (with crab meat) which will work with my Weight Watchers diet. No cake for me tomorrow, I had my treat earlier this week when he took me to the Heidelberg Bakery after my Doctor’s appointment and I got an almond croissant. It didn’t bust my diet, but it did put a hole in my extra points for the week. Ah well. such is life. I would rather have a crab salad any day. And, the Fish Market is across the street from the Torpedo Factory which houses the Alexandria Art League and a cluster of local artists. I see a new art work in my future. So much for cutting down on clutter.