I have two bird feeders at my house. One in the front, and one at the back.
This post, is going to be for the birds.
I make up a lot of stories about the critters I see flying to and from my feeders.
First, the brave, bad boys of the bunch, the chickadees.
Yeah, I’m looking at you, kid.
I can’t believe how brave these buggers are. It doesn’t matter how big the other bird at the feeder is. The chickadees are brave opportunists, and will fly up regardless. They’ll fly away just as quick if they’re pecked at, but they’re mean and tenacious.
I’ve always thought they’d have a thick Bronx accent if they spoke — “So, babe, how you doing?”
Then there are the fastidious robins. They frequently splash all the water out of my bird bath. During the summer, when it’s hot, I’ll have to fill it twice a day because the robins will splash all the water out.
After they dunk themselves, they find a sunny spot on the ground, fluff themselves up so they can get all dry. They’re vain about their plumage, and they have a pretty warble. I’ve frequently thought about them as opera singers, always preparing for their next gig, when they’ll take the stage (and the world) by storm.
The Northern Flickers are also beautiful. They’re less graceful than they think they are. It isn’t that they fly into things, but when they try to move small amounts, like hopping from one hold to another, they flounder.
As you can tell in the above picture, I frequently get more than one at the same time. They’re a balancing act. I’ve thought about them as Cirque du Soleil wannabes. They have the costumes, but not the moves. They keep practicing, though, two at a time turns and flips and awkward lands and all.
So what kind of critters do you have around your property? How do they inspire story in you? And feel free to make up as many stories about these birds as you’d like! Whatever you write will be 100% different than what I write.