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My excuse for not blogging is for the birds.  Actually the birds have inspired me to finally write a post.  It’s kind of a long story, so hold on tight.

A little while ago we thought spring had sprung in the Midwest.  And then came a snowstorm.  In mid April.  Not really unusual, but bothersome for those of us who live in regions of long, cold, snowy winters.  April is the time for blooming daffodils, not five inches worth of wet, sticky snow.  Right?  But it happens sometimes, and it happened again this year.

Because it was supposed to be spring, the birds were abundant as they are in the springtime.  And then it snowed and it seemed they didn’t know how to react to it.  Luckily Husby still had the feeders full of seeds for them to fortify themselves.  And they did.  All of them.  Dozens of them flocking to our backyard. There were cardinals, sparrows, chickadees, finches, juncos, red-winged blackbirds, even ducks.  Either they perched on the feeders or pecked at the seeds that had fallen on the crusty snow.

Of course springtime brings in the robins.  There were indeed robins in the mix of all the other birds; however, they don’t normally eat seeds.  They like worms and bugs in and on the ground.  The robins were at their wit’s end because alas, the ground that was snow-free a day ago was now covered with the aforementioned five inches of freshly plopped wet snow.

There was a robin who wasn’t happy with the lack of a green, springtime ground (containing the worms and bugs) and started to demand justice at our back door.

I don’t know if it was just one bird, but it wasn’t just one time.  The robin(s) returned several times, and with the plethora of other birds flocking the feeders and ground below, I started feeling a little like Tippi Hedren.

Here’s the thing…

Husby has been hearing a tap-tap-tap on the bedroom window lately.  That would be a second-story window.  Every now and then he sees a robin, tapping on and brushing his wings against the window.  I haven’t witnessed this, but the ledge outside the window has robin droppings, and the window itself has feather marks.  Dirty feather marks.  Not like the feathery passing of Jack Frost, because Jack Frost is gone by now.

I haven’t noticed the robin(s) at our back door since the snow has gone, but the upstairs window continues to have visitors.

Robins are a welcome sign of spring, but yikes – don’t peer into my windows!

I still haven’t captured a picture of the bird(s) at the bedroom window, but Husby sees the feathered, peering bird from time to time.

It’s kinda creepy,

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Leaving The Nest

Husby and I have our own little nature sanctuary (aka: back yard) that’s visited by red squirrels, grey squirrels, rabbits, deer, turtles, frogs, mice, chipmunks, butterflies, dragonflies, fireflies, and many types of birds such as robins, wrens, chickadees, finches, cardinals, bluejays, orioles, hummingbirds, bluebirds, crows, blackbirds, and every so often a hawk will drop by.  The activity and entertainment are endless.

It’s always very exciting to see a little wren take up residence in the bird house Husby hangs every year.  This year we were also happy to notice a robin building a nest on the top of the pergola over our deck, nestling it in among the vines.  When we see the newly born bunnies hopping around, barely visible in the grass munching on fallen leaves and dandelions, the mama birds are still tending to their eggs.

When the eggs finally hatch there’s much more activity and noise in the back yard.  Little cheeps are heard, and with close and careful inspection we can see tiny, fuzzy heads with open beaks peaking over the edge of the nest.  Mama Robin is back and forth with bits of nourishment for her babies, and has come to know those enormous human beings sitting so close to her nest aren’t a threat.

Today I got to witness one of the little robins take his first flight from the nest to a very nearby tree branch.  He isn’t so tiny anymore, and has feathers instead of fuzz, but it was very obvious he was nervous and unsteady even though his mother was close by on another branch of the same tree.

This guy is very adventurous. I didn’t leave home until I was twenty-two years old!

Being a neighbor of the Robin family has me thinking about how exhilarating it is to do something for the first time.  First step, first time on a bike, first kiss, first home…  When you get to be my age it seems like there aren’t too many firsts left in life, but they’re out there.  Case in point – just recently Husby and I had our first zip line experience!

Nature is a lesson to us all.  If we don’t poke our heads out of the frosty snow, we won’t become daffodils.  If we don’t venture out we won’t know all the good things the world has to offer.  If we don’t jump from the nest, we’ll never learn how to fly.

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