I come in the little things, Saith the Lord: Yea, on the glancing wing of eager birds, the softly pattering feet of furred and gentle beasts. I come in the little things, Saith the Lord: Not borne on the morning's wings of majesty, but I have set My feet amidst the delicate and bladed wheat. I come in the little things, Saith the Lord.
-Evelyn Underhill

Sunday, June 19, 2016

Father's Day

There is a new father in my garden!  
I have not seen him yet--just his hungry babies.  


For several years I've set this decorative bird house on the fence post in my Arbor Garden. . . .


Last year a wasp built it's nest in it.  
This year a bird built her nest in it!  
We hot glued it to the post last week to make sure we didn't accidentally knock it off the post.  
This morning, Father's Day, I heard a racket of chirping outside my window and this is what I discovered. . . .
       


“Hope” is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—

—Emily Dickinson

7 comments:

  1. How sweet! I listened to this but then realized I couldn't discern between your bird and the abundance in our garden. Such a pleasant sound! And I love the ED quote on hope.

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  2. Lovely little birds waiting to be fed. We've had several nests of new generations in our yard. While pruning our wisteria we were surprised to find two nests. Nature always reminds me to be hopeful. ♥

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    1. I love finding nesting birds in my garden, but then fret over their safety. We have a black snake that lurks about looking for birds' eggs. And yesterday I worried the hot sun was too much for my newest brood so I put an umbrella above the bird house when they were silent for too long. Thankfully early this morning I heard them outside my window and saw the momma bird's tail as she stood at the entrance--hopefully, feeding them. She does not visit them very often, though, so I am still concerned!

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  3. Great post for Father's Day, Cathy. I LOVE watching birds too. A year or so after I finished college, my sisters chipped together to give me binoculars for my birthday, the compact size that fits easily into a tote or backpack, just because I had once casually mentioned what a great time I was having watching all the different species of birds at my school, on my classroom windowsill and in the trees outside. Been enjoying birds with those binocs ever since. Oh, has this ever happened to you? At the time I thought it was the oddest thing ever, but since then I've been told by quite a few people that similar things have happened to them. mama bird build her nest in a wreath I'd hung on my front door! A very realistic - but faux - eucalyptus wreath that I'd really splurged on - $40!!! - thinking I'd be able to use it year after year. It was sometime in the middle of March - an unusually-early warmish Spring here. Came home one evening from work when it was still light - not typical for me - and discovered the nest and 3 little eggs in it. Over the next couple of weeks I could often hear the mama bird when she visited her eggs - I could actually see her too - through the "peephole" in the door. And one Saturday in mid-April I heard the babies chirping away! My dining room with the table I'm usually working at is just adjacent to my front door. That year Easter breakfast was at my house too - and my whole family was totally intrigued by this goofy Jane Goodall experiment unfolding on my front door. My niece and nephew who were in grade school then were fascinated. The babies were there for about 3 weeks, chirping away most of the time, and then one Friday afternoon when I got home, the nest was empty and they never returned. There was no evidence of any trouble with predators, or an accident. I just think they were big enough and really ready to get out of that crowded little nest. The oddest part was how disappointed I was. I was going to miss them, as though I'd lost a pet. It didn't last too long, about a day or so, but it did make me a little sad. So I can totally relate to your concern about all the bird visitors and inhabitants you have in your garden. You must have jillions in the course of a year. PS - that expensive wreath was a total loss. I thought I could just remove the nest - and my brother said he would clean it with his power washer - but it ended up that that nest WAS IN THERE! Holey moley, do birds know about home construction or what? It quickly became evident that, short of sawing it in half, there was going to be NO WAY for me to extricate the nest. All our homes should be built so well! 🐦

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    1. Before we screened in our front porch a bird would return each year to build her nest in the Christmas Cactus I put out there each Spring. I've heard of others who have had nests built in their door wreaths and were unable to use their front door for weeks! It sounds like you had wonderful entertainment for weeks watching your bird family!

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