Showing posts with label Nature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nature. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 4, 2020

A Tale of Two Loves

  This is a Brown Headed Nuthatch.

They are tiny, very fast and Squeaky!

In fact, they sound like a baby's or a dog's
squeaky toy!

They have been around on and off for a few
years now.

One year they branch they were nesting in came down in a storm.  They have held a special place in my heart ever since!




  I was SO happy to see this the other day--->

Both the male and female were excavating
the cavity.

I can't tell them apart, but there were two of them
doing the work, taking turns.

Acrobatic and adorable. Squeaking while they worked.


  Doing what Nuthatches do, hanging upside down and excavating a nest cavity with their tiny little beaks.  Spitting sawdust chunks everywhere!














  And then along came THIS guy!--->

He saw a perfect place to build his nest cavity
by enlarging an already started hole!

He is a Red Bellied Woodpecker and is at least three times the size of my Nutty little friends.






  But HOW could you be mad at this sweet face?

He began calling for a mate to come and join him in his Tree Palace.

There has been a female hanging around all winter.

I hope they don't pass like two ships in the night.










And so he waits.  And calls to her, and waits some more.







 Nature is funny that way.

It's hard to know who to route for.

I just love them all.

~Naturegirl55



Tuesday, October 29, 2019

Fall


Watching the leaves come tumbling down,
I'm tempted to give in to sadness, and frown.
Summer's eternal (in recent recall)
But there's no denying the arrival of Fall.

Missing the sweet scents and blooms of July,
Fruits in my garden, a bright blue clear sky.
The shifting of Seasons, wild rain clouds and wind,
Herald replacement of days that have been.

The fragrance of apples and dry, leaves of brown
Surround trips to farm stands just outside of town. 
Cinnamon, pumpkins, sweet cider and mums
Are replacing the Summertime treats one by one.

Well, ready or not this Autumn is here!
I'd rather just smile than to shed bitter tears.
After all, It is only a number of days
Before Winter's cold breath will blow Fall away!

Sunday, October 13, 2019

Nature Knows Best


 Where did we ever get the idea that we know everything?  Is there not still some mystery left in the Universe for us to discover?  How presumptuous are we as a human species?  All rhetorical questions, of course, for which there are no satisfying answers.

  We are always assuming that if something is "struggling" (by human standards) we need to step in and put our big fat handprint on it.  Maybe some things are just "Nature's way".  Perhaps our interjection is just interference and hubris.  What if our opinion of the way things "ought to be" is wrong?  Maybe our human ideas are unwanted by Nature, by the animal, and botanical kingdoms.

  Not trying to be negative here, but, speaking from personal experience.   The times I have tried to "help" have only made the situation worse, leaving me feeling inept and feckless.  Perhaps I should have left well enough alone!  And that, in a nutshell, is my message.  Nature Knows Best! Trust her!!











Wednesday, April 11, 2018

A Rainbow of Precious Gems

How rich we are! How fortunate and blessed!

To be endowed with the opportunity to revel in the opulence and silky, sultriness of a warm Summer afternoon. 


Breathe deeply the warm scents of cedar and pine in the richly woven fabric of the woods. They glow with beams of amber light as the golden sunset fades.
What joy bursts forth from the heart when rare flying jewels come by to be admired and treasured!
A rainbow of precious gems are ours to savor.  A wealth of beauty
right before our eyes!
How prosperous is a life flush with these luxuries to appreciate,
to cherish.  Be grateful.

Monday, March 19, 2018

Perspective

I am a but speck of dust in the vast recesses of the Universe.

I am however, a speck of Life.  A point of consciousness.
A cognizant morsel of the mind of God.

In being so, that makes me an integral part of the Great Unknown.
Like every minute particle, an intrinsic portion of the whole of  Life.



It is said that if you take away one infinitesimal fragment of the Whole
the whole will cease to be.

Good thing no minuscule bit can truly be separated from it's Source.

In every seemingly insignificant mite the Perfection of the Totality is present.







Sunday, September 24, 2017

Music Lessons


    ♫  Dance to the Rhythm of Well Being
     ♪ Sing a song from your Soul
    ♫  Breathe in and out the Renewal and Release of Re-awakening
     ♪ Return to the ancient roots of your Spirit
    ♫  Hum along with the Music of the Spheres
     ♪ Tune to the Frequency of the Source
    ♫  Sway with the Natural order of the Universe...
     ♪ and you will become a Virtuoso of your Instrument


Wednesday, November 30, 2016

My Chapel of Choice

   This Sunday morning my cathedral is beneath the tall spires of the trees.

   Brown crispy angels are descending from Heaven; spiraling, floating, some in coats of many colors.   The incense of  autumn leaves and earth is setting an air of reverence.  Stained glass leaves of gold, red and green against a clear blue sky are my sanctuary.  A dome of bending branches are like an old time outdoor canopy revival meeting.  Wind whispering and whistling through the pines, as if it were a pipe organ, revives my spirit.

   The congregation of creatures is gathering.  A fellowship of feathered friends, a choir of crickets and a hidden harmony of tree frogs are ready to begin.  There is silence for reflection,  a birdbath for baptism and the sacred, ancient music of birdsong to stir the soul.  A synagogue of devotion to the Source of all things great and small.  One can feel the bless-ed presence of the Pastor in the air.

   There is symbolism here to ponder.  The dogwood tree, the sparrows and what is left of the lily stalks are an inherent reminder of the sacred secrets Nature holds and the divinity and sanctity in all life.  After all, the "Good Book", Torah and scrolls of our ancestors were all made of trees.

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Contemplation

I think I'd like to sit amongst the trees for awhile,
And leave behind my hectic, distraction filled lifestyle.
No one's in a hurry out here in the yard,
No one's rushing, no ones pushing hard.

Leaves descending, floating down toward the ground.
The breeze assists the process, otherwise, not a sound.
A few bird tweets remind me, that I could be more detached
From tv, devices and voices, email, tweets and fax.

A long deep breath in and I am once again renewed!
It only takes a moment to refresh and restore my mood.
Silky clouds drifting over my busy head.
Let go, let God, relax and breathe instead.



Friday, January 29, 2016

Take a Minute

Look up.  Look out and over those temporal things, those troubling things.  Look above those things that are of this world; earthly things, worldly possessions.  Look past the stuff of living, the stuff that needs cleaning and insuring and maintenance and moving about.

Take a moment to appreciate that which is free and free flowing. The beautiful, the unlimited, that which is abundant and always available.

 Look toward the sky.  Appreciate the air and the wind and the colors and the rain.  Recognize the expansive nature of the universe.  Note the consistency of days, of  seasons, of moons.

Feel the stream of consciousness that breathes in you and lives in you and loves through you.  Feel the emotion of well-being that wells up in you and spills over into your world, into all that you care about.

 Know that, this Life-force is there with us, within us,  available to us, ready to pour out upon those we hold dear and wash over situations and the troubling stuff of life.  Always available.  Always.



Monday, September 7, 2015

Listen



I took my troubles to the woods to find some solace there.

With heavy heart I asked for words to comfort my despair.

I heard no sound except the wind blowing through the pines.

I sadly felt ignored and even worse since they declined.

Oh, Nature spirits, can you send some sweet relief my way?

All I noticed was the scent of blossoms warmed by day.


I wished I had someone to stroke my cheek and say they care,

When all at once a breeze caressed my face and tossed my hair.


I sat upon a sturdy limb and leaned against the trunk

While dreaming of a warm embrace to wrest me from my funk.


I searched my mind for melodies upon which I could depend,

To lift me out of doldrums and to lightheartedness again.


But I could not concentrate on songs, with all the noise above!

So many birds were singing! Chirping wrens and cooing doves!


Nature's answers are discreet and subtle by design.

You have to pay attention, your ears and eyes incline.


She whispers comfort and relief, imparts with peace Her joy,

If we but pause to linger there until we hear her voice.








Sunday, August 9, 2015

Mystery


The beauty of a dragonfly sparkling in the sun,
Dashing, dancing, darting, having dragonfly fun.

Trill of birdsong, scent of rose, glowing sunset view…
Each a tribute to the One who enlivens me and you.

Can we begin to understand the consciousness that was birthed
In each and every being on this magnificent earth?

If caterpillars’ chrysalis and birds’ migration awes,
Then Infinite Intelligence inspires Nature’s laws.

And what if there’s much more to know?  Imagine, do we dare?
That mountains, trees and waterfalls are similarly aware.

The mystery and majesty of a butterfly’s intent
Remains a veiled intimacy we behold, but can’t comprehend.

Changing of the seasons, ebb and flow of tide…

There’s eternity embedded in us, interconnected from the inside.

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Aspire To Be Unencumbered

I am unencumbered, I am free.
I float through my days like a leaf on a breeze.
I spew nor retain any malice debris.
I blow through my life as wind in the trees.

I am unencumbered, I let myself dream.
I joyously harbor no wrath.
I merrily dance on life's energy stream.
I carry no excess along my path.


I am unencumbered, I bear no ill will.
Light as a feather I fly.
I no longer labor by travelling uphill.
I'm a wisp of a cloud in a bright blue sky.


I am unencumbered, a bird on the wing.
I roll and I flow like a brook o'er a glade.
My Soul swells to the song that I sing,
while I march my own Happy Parade.

I am unencumbered, I choose my own way.
I tweak and adjust as I go.
I feel my way through every part of my day,
Alert and aware of the flow.

I am unencumbered, and I am in charge
of what seems to be happenstance, fate.
I relax and I know my Source is at large
and with It I will Co-Create.

Unencumbered and free is a possible state.
Letting go of what troubles us, key.
Put aside the crippling myth of "Fate",
Captain you ship and be free!




Saturday, February 14, 2015

Nature's Abundant Nature

As the snow flies over the house in a whoosh of white whispers, I am suddenly enthralled from my station at the front door.  A feeling of peace overtakes my initial thrill to the sight of snow in a warm region.  Silent snowflakes are drifting downward in uncountable lilting legions.  They gather in little fluffy clumps of Wintery wonder before their final destination.

There are far, far too many to comprehend.  The human mind is built for calculating and counting and less often employed for pondering the wonders of the Universe.  How many?

How many raindrops fall in a Spring storm?  How many blades of grass are in your lawn, on your street? In the neighborhood? - the country, the continent?

Unfathomable!  Grains of sand, leaves on trees, the trees themselves!  Infinite? What does that even mean?

Some say the number of stars in a Summer sky are infinite.  I'm no astronomer, but it sure is pleasurable to gaze up into our current Winter night's frozen darkness at the brilliant bits of ancient light, and wonder.  What portion of the whole do I see?

Abundance is the way of Nature.  Infinity is the norm.

What is our place in all of this abundance?  Is there not a secret meaning for us to revel in?  Are we not a part of this limitlessness?  Our thoughts are abundant.  Ideas are bountiful.  Imagine how many cells were in your tiny body the day you were born.  Trillions of cells have regenerated themselves and added to the incalculable transactions of Life in you.  Do we live on into Eternity in some form (or non-physical form)?

We are a part of this Nature as breath is a part of air.
Life is abundant, Love is illimitable, we are inestimable and entitled to know, to savor, to live our abundant nature in every unlimited way possible!

Saturday, December 6, 2014

The Character of Leaves

Bradford Pear Tree
Brilliant leaf gems will glow when the setting sun shows through them,
gleaming their red green and gold.
As the daylight grows short, orange dancers cavort at the tips of the twigs that they hold.

They float on the breeze, parachuting from trees which can no longer hold them aloft.
Leaves rattle and quake, crisply they shake in cold Autumn gust or winds, soft.

They whirl and they glide and spin as they ride on even the gentlest puff.
Streaming down through the air they warn us "Beware, for the winter winds soon will be rough".

They gather and meet, crunching under you feet.  Nature's gift is their spicy Fall scent,
Kid's squeal happy sounds, when leaping in mounds of them, wrecking hours of raking time spent.

Needles of pine are a leaf of a kind, though they don't all turn sepia tones.
As the Solstice occurs, scents of cedar and fir, remind us of holidays home.

So you see, there is glee in the heart of a tree, in the traits of the leaves at great heights.
Such beauty unfolds til the nights get too cold, and the North wind beckons "Take flight!"                    







                               






Saturday, October 26, 2013

Endings and Beginings

Some Summer flowers linger, though trees are losing leaves.
Some days are warm and sunny, as if to tease
us into thinking that we'll never lose that Summer feeling;
Long days of  languid ease.

Nights are growing cooler and we've left behind the beach.
The sun no longer holds that heat that grows fat peas.
Dreams of reaping pounds of garden produce
Now seem slightly out of reach.

Lush and verdant shades of green must sadly fade away,
Replaced with palette colors that only God can paint.
When sun back-lights those glowing leafy jems
You know that Autumn is in play.

Each Season has its flavor, its beauty and its feel.
Nature's course gives way with zeal, though we would drag our heels,
To hold on ever tighter to the current bliss we own,
When just ahead is more joy's revealed.












perfumed air

Friday, June 21, 2013

Enchanted

     A spell comes over me as I enter through the garden arch.  The trumpet vine is allowed to grow through the top of the trellis intentionally so that a commensurate bow is required.  This in deference to the Life/lives of those who dwell within.
     The tinkling of chimes and the rustling of the breeze through leaves of all shades begin to set the scene.  What new colors have bloomed since last I passed this way?  Who has hatched, emerged, began life in this garden?  Tweets and chirps, whistles and caws accompany me as I make my way through my enchanted wonderland.
     A friendly bunny greets me with soft half closed eyes as a precocious little catbird swoops in dressed in his finest grey suit and black cap.  The swish of his wings so close would have startled me if I weren't already under Mother Nature's spell.
     Enchanted.  Grinning like the Cheshire Cat of Alice in Wonderland fame I drift through the grass and boughs, listening, observing, taking it all in.  The scent of rosemary rises up, wafting through the moisture laden morning air.  Further along the heady perfume of pink Mimosa tree puffs intoxicates me and lifts the Spirit even more.
     The sweet Summer sunshine is drawing dappled patterns of light and shade upon the glistening dewdrops of a morning lawn.  Bewitched by the movement and flow of leafy shadows and the warmth of this day my awareness shifts to a butterfly sipping on Bee Balm and then the mating song of a romantic cardinal.
     Insects launch from the old stump wafting upward in a cloud of gossamer wings to become breakfast for the Purple Martins and Barn Swallows performing aerial acrobatics above.  Diving through the sky, closer and closer to me dozens of winged wonders delight in the feast, never even coming near to colliding.  Some force keeps them safe.  Perhaps they are enjoying enchantment as well.
     I know there are Faeries dancing on the dandelions.  I can feel the gaze of Elfin beings from the dark recesses of the meditation area though I cannot see either of them.  Yet.
     What magick enlivens this place?  Is there some vortex of energy swirling through the ethers and focusing here?  Perhaps it is the continuing ever-present stream of consciousness that passes from generation to generation, the continuity of all Life.  Birds, blooms, insects, shrubs, animals and unseen beings too, feel it and rejoice in it.  For now, I think I will join them.      

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Bird-sonalities

    Only if you really observe Nature as closely as I do will you notice that birds have personalities.   Mostly "birds of a feather really do stick together" in that each species seems to have a certain way of operating.
     Mourning Doves (yes, that's mourning, not "morning" because of their sad whistling song) are a particularly interesting lot.  They are fierce as babys or "immature" birds and will fight off any and all challenging adults at the food bowl.  That is despite their reputation as lovey doves, which I believe they have earned for another reason.
     They are perhaps the most prolific of backyard birds in the reproduction area and will produce two or three nests per season.  It is always the more colorful males you see chasing and bullying the females from early February, right thru til September.  They are quite colorful, although good camouflage makes us see them as drab brown.  Their legs and feet are hot pink, wedgewood blue on the top of their heads with a matching eye ring, and shiny metallic gold and pink decorations on the sides of their necks.  Perhaps that's what makes them irresistable to the ladies!
     They have to be plentiful because Doves are the preferred menu item for hawks, unfortunately for them, due to their plumpness.
     Grackles are rude.  They have great survival skills... just chase everyone away from the seeds and they are yours!  They are loud, travel in gangs and have longer sharp beaks.  Also very prolific, perhaps because of their brashness, but less desirable to preditors because of their mob mentality.  Who wants to get in the middle of that!  They are also the ones who you frequently see dive-bombing a hawk, crows or Osprey in mid air while pecking them on the head.  They are useful to other birds in that way like the mafia is useful in keeping other thugs out of their district!
     Starlings hang with the grackles.  They are disguise artists and look like different birds in the Winter than they do in the Summer.  They are also rude, pushy and will eat anything, particularly if you have provided it with love for another species!  In two seconds, your Woodpecker's suet will be gone!  They seem to have an insatiable hunger.  As youngins they have a particularly annoying squeal that never stops!  They also come in mobs and when they swoop in and join the Grackles the sound of their wingbeats is a loud whoosh!  Starlings make a cackling series of snapping, crackling sounds like someone shuffling a deck of cards along with some pretty talented whistling.  When they leave with the other blackbirds, they darken the sky with their minions.
     Redwing Blackbirds are more loners.  The males will join the pack of blackbirds, if they have nothing better to do, but they are more the family type.  They spend most of their time fetching food for their females on nests, and their young, although they have been known to have more than one family at a time.  Scandalous!  They are also loud, gregarious birds, but beautiful and not at all annoying- unless you count that ear piercing two note whistle!
     Friendly Brown Headed Cowbirds on the other hand have not a care in the world.  They will fly with the notorious Blackbird Gang, but only because they know where all the best food courts are.  BHCBs are so carefree because all they have to do is mate and go back to having fun!  Females pirate other birds' nests, meaning that they watch other species building their nests and when the time is right, they sneak in and deposit the orphaned eggs for some other poor unsuspecting bird to raise.  Usually it is a Song Sparrow's nest here and since Cowbird babies are almost as large as Sparrow Moms, I have observed a comical, but sad scenario many times. 
     Lets pick another color...  Blue's good!  It is said to calm your mood and that is sure true if you like laughing so hard you're exhausted.  I once witnessed a bunch of Blue Jays in a bare tree (which is rare, usually they are seen in pairs or alone).  It was like some kind of crazy carnival ride!  There was bobbing and squealing and jiggling and giggling.  Ok, the giggling was me, but Blue Jays have a sense of humor!  They are very smart and will steal things, especially shiny ones and fly off with them to who knows where, as if we could follow.  I saw a playful jay swipe a ticket right out of hand of a girl waiting on a line!  And then there was the time three Blue Jays turned the tables on a Coopers hawk and were harrassing and poking at him/her high up in a tree.  They seemed to be enjoying the reversal of roles since it was not nesting season and there were no babies to protect.
     Speaking of cheeky behavior, Cedar Waxwings, those caring, community-minded citizens travel in small flocks.  Waxwings will pass a berry all the way down a line of birds to make sure the ones on the end get fed.  Awww...
     Mockingbirds are mimics of other birds, as you may know, but if you listen to their recital, you might hear car alarm sounds or other noises they pick up in their individual neighborhoods!
     Catbirds will watch you as much as you watch them.  The curious birds will quietly sit and observe you in your garden, moving only to get a closer view of you.  And as you may know, I have a particular Catbird friend who has come to trust me and will eat jelly out of a tiny bowl in my hand.  His wife is more skittish, but still friendly.  Their personalities seem to be sweet.
     Ok, one more and then I gotta go!  Chickadees, are fearless!  Their tiny size doesn't stop them from eating out of your hand once they're used to you, or mixing it up with the big kids.  They are quick little suckers, so they are not afraid of hawks and Crows as they can easily outfly them.  They also "wear their hearts on their sleeves" so to speak.  I say this because they are always making some sound that sounds appropriate to whatever they are doing at the time, and they have loads of songs, tweets and individual notes!  Happy, busy even plaintiff or like a sad cry.
     There are gazillions more species (well, lots anyway) and I will do my best to psychoanalyze them for you as I discover their individual and species-wide Bird-sonalities!

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Explosion of Life

     Can't you just feel it in the air?  The buzz, the excitement of a brand new season of growth, birth, multiplication and possibilities is a whisper no more.  A chance for birds and beetles to procreate and secure their survival!  Buds and pods, eggs and cocoons, nuts and seeds all waiting for just the right moment.
     Bunnies and baby squirrels, tiny oppossums and raccoons all wait in their respective nests, huddled against the still chilly nights with their brothers and sisters.  Some are hairless and with no warm blankies to draw up against the windy and sometimes rainy elements.
     Some are early bloomers and some are early risers, but all are programmed with Nature's perfect timing.  Little alarm clocks are going off all across the yard and field,  silent to us humans but loud and clear to those with places to go, mates to woo, and important things to do, pollinate, hatch and discover.
     The flowers are all a-buzz, birds are all a-twitter, trees are all a-pouffe of powdery pollen. When I see that the Purple Martins have returned and I hear the familiar sound of wearing car brakes (the tseet-tseet-tseet of my pair of Blackpoll Warblers) then I know it's on!  Cabbage White Butterflies are the first to begin their fluttering dance.  The final piece in the puzzle is the intoxicating fragrance of wild roses wafting along the stream bed out back.
     As the season proceeds, more and more of our familiar Summer residents arrive.  Marge the Muskrat waddles around with mouthfuls of grass for her underground burrows.  Berry bearing trees fill with comical and exotic looking Cedar Waxwings as new bird songs fill the sweet blossom-perfumed air.  The first baby duckling has officially made his or her appearance and the three Robin hatchlings are bursting out of the mud nest already.
     Twitters, tweets and trills are a cacaphony of Spring music to accompany the swaying whoosh of breezes in the tree-zes.  :)  Birds are in an animated state of nest building, territory defending and nestling feeding.  And... in the cool evening dusk, as the frenzy of activity begins to subside, the treefrog and cricket orchestra commences.
     Take it in.  Find the fragrance in the air and follow it to discover it's origin.  Listen to the peeps and croaks and see from whence they emanate.  Tis the season of awakening for them and delicious discovery for us! 
     The Chrysalis of Spring has burst spilling feathers and petals, berries and leaflets, gossamer wings and raindrops down blessing the desolate Winter ravaged earth.  Enjoy the rapture of newness and let your senses soar!

Saturday, December 31, 2011

A Game of Cat and Mouse

Silently waiting until it is safe,
I am a traveller, a vagabond, a waif.

Hidden from view and just out of sight,
I am vigilantly awaiting my flight.

When the moment arrives that I know from within
Or I peer through the branches and witness my kin

Already venturing forth from their lairs;
At long last again I may feast, if I dare!

For me this adventure is the order of things.
It is my independence and why I have wings.

The game of the preditor stalking its prey,
Keeps me stealthfully trav'ling along on my way.

The freedom I feel when escaping the hawk
Is worth cloaking in caverns and worth being stalked.

And so I'm content. In my stillness I wait.
Seasons pass quickly for me and my mate.

Life is always presenting new challenges here,
New food source, new preditors, even a new year.

With ages of Wisdom within me installed...
To the Great Tree in Heaven when I am called.



Monday, November 7, 2011

I love Wrens

     In the Peterson Field Guide these adorable little birds are described as "stumpy".  We plump people would perhaps prefer to use the words 'portly', and short-tailed.  They couldn't possibly be fat because they are unbelievably energetic!  This is mostly why they are so entertainingly endearing!  They never stop moving.  Twitching, hopping, poking into every crevice, crack and pocket that might hold something yummy. 
     If you have ever seen the movie "Animal House", there is a scene where John Belushi is kind of crouched over stiffly hopping to face left, then right, knees bent.  He looks just like a Carolina Wren!  Which brings me to their strange Latin name.
     Wrens are in the family "Troglodytidae".  That name has always bothered me.  When you pronounce it you hear the unmistakable word 'Troglodite'.  I always thought that meant caveman or Neanderthal (hmm, like Belushi's character?)  How could something so cute and smart (I'll get to that later) be called such a derogatory name?
     Well I looked it up...  Within the definition;  primitive... not in the least!  Cave dweller... ok, and then, "one who creeps into holes"... BINGO!  Watch a wren, of any species, for even a little while and that is exactly what you'll see!  They fearlessly disappear into every hole they come upon.  I say fearlessly because most birds are very wary of being trapped or cornered.
     Their favorite treats are spiders.  They appear to be so smart because they return daily to the same places that are adorned with webs.  Do they know that spiders make webs or do they just remember the place where they found a succulent morsel previously?  I leave the webs and spiders (as many as I can stand) on my porch just to have the delightful, jovial little troglodites visit regularly.
     You can hear them coming at least a property or more away.  They are loud and gregarious like Blue Jays, although not at all as pushy.  Some of them prefer bird houses like House Sparrows, though they can be particular about the size and shape and the position of the opening.  They produce usually five white eggs speckled with brown and some are known for nesting in just about anything from pockets in abandoned laundry to aluminum cans and flower pots!  Their long down-curved bill is perfect for poking around stirring up bugs, but I recently have seen a Carolina Wren in my seed dish.
     We have, so far, seen only two of the nine species here at Naturegirl Central.  I will be looking for the darker brown, mouse-like Winter Wren on the ground this year now that research for this blog has brought to my attention that they should be here, poking around brush piles and firewood!  The two we have are very different looking birds.  Carolinas are a rich rusty brown with a large distinctive white eyebrow and House Wrens are a slimmer taupe-y light brown with a beautiful song.  House Wrens also leave to go further south and Carolinas do not.
     My favorite thing about Carolina Wrens is this discovery...
One night while making a pilgrimage to the back yard with my ailing dog Bentley, I was standing, shivering next to our screen-draped patio gazebo when something suddenly made me look up.  In the dark, peering back at me, lit only by the moon, were two tiny beady little eyes astride a long, curved beak, tucked inside a pocket created by a loop of fabric.  (I apologized for the disturbance.)
     Last night as I was wondering if he or she was still using the same loops of fabric even though they were re-purposed long ago, I got my answer.  The porch lights were misfiring due to strong winds yesterday and as I tapped at them, I heard a shuffling, scratching sound in the canvas nearby.  Fortunately I do not startle easily, even in the dark.  There again was my friend trying to get some sleep, this time only his or her stubby little tail was visible.  I appologized AGAIN!  What a pest I am!