MY BIRDS AND WINTER

This winter morning when I awoke, hoar frost covered many of the trees. The sight was beautiful.

Since I began re-feeding my birds, not only lots of snow has visited me, but my families of DOVES. Many days they sit in pairs under the bushes--looking for protection from the wind. With the deep snow, they perch on the bushes and trees. They appear to favor ground feeding, although roost on the large feeder shelves. The BLUE JAYS, JUNCOS and CHICKADEES scatter seed from the feeder, so the ground is convenient. I worry for them because the cat from across the street keeps coming back even though I chase her away. Yesterday I watched the flurry of afternoon feeding, when suddenly all of the birds took flight. Suspicious, I went to the front window and looked out. Sure enough, puss was wending her way back to her house. So far my birds have been wise. With the deep snow, it is more difficult for the cats to get around.

The small feeder keeps busy with little birds and some WOODPECKERS. I love to see the CARDINALS. They use both feeders.

Winter arrived with force and much wind, with snow falling regularly. Now, after a couple of snow storms, the snow is fairly deep. The birds did not come around much on those dreadfully windy days, but somehow the small birds kept busy. They appear to expend more energy. I was not out much to refill feeders for awhile, with two bouts of the Flu. Struggling to keep the feeders full held little appeal. Now, I try to maintain a shovelled path, which is not always easy after a storm.

My variety of feathered creatures are hungry these days--they work their way through the food fairly quickly--so I hope to keep their feeders full making their winter easier.

RAIN, RAIN, GO AWAY

Perhaps the RAIN is coming to and end. It has been "a long haul." I was painting my back porch the other day in between damp days, and saw the cloudy heavens racing toward me from the west. I continued to paint, thinking I could get inside when the drops began to fall. Instead, the heavens opened and it poured. I got wet, as did my paint tray.

Yesterday my bathroom had a bit of a flood with the washing machine water backing up. I am told I need a plumber. Many people have flooded basements, cars, streets, etc.,--some deaths, so I should be thankful.

A few weeks ago, the sun had finally peeked out. I was bringing in a number of HOUSE PLANTS. I had hosed them down and sprayed them for SPIDERS, when I made a startling discovery. I was cheking a KALANCHOE, (a succulent), before taking it in. It did well in the summer, growing large, shiny leaves. I was wiping the leaves when I saw a TINY LIME-GREEN TREE FROG covering a leaf. The TREE FROG was one and one half inches in length, and just fit the leaf. It reminded me of the CATERPILLAR in ALICE IN WONDERLAND, sitting on the toadstool. The little frog and I eyed each other. I decided one of us must move, so I gently slipped him into the garden.

A day or so later, I was pouring vinegar onto weeds coming up through the flagstones in my driveway, when I came eye to eye with an eighteen inch GARTER SNAKE. It was a sunny day, and no doubt he was sunning himself on the warm stones. I "toed" him into moving to the next driveway. He slithered up onto that lawn and disappeared into the grass. I did not tell my neighbor, fearing her reaction.

With all of this RAIN, my two little friends are "holed up" somewhere, trying to keep dry like the rest of us. Perhaps the RAIN has gone away--for a little while at least.

WEATHER VARIABLES AND THEIR EFFECTS

Many changes have occurred around the world within the last year resulting in flooding, for instance, much of which has affected not only Wildlife, but Domestic Animals. So many people are involved in the devastation we hear little about the animals.

The other day a friend sent me an email. Have not the technical smarts to transfer it so I will try to explain. In January, 2010, in the St. Louis, Missouri and Alton Illinois areas, because of cold weather, BALD EAGLES circled above houses looking for food. They were unable to access the fish in the river, so they gathered on the shore. Friends of the birds decided to feed them, and set up cameras. When the fish were thrown, other EAGLES arrived until the largest number of BALD EAGLES I could see in the photos were three dozen. They were unafraid of the photographers and came close. Not too long ago BALD EAGLES were an endangered species. The photos were amazing. Somehow they signalled others of the feast. (My BLUEJAYS do that when I put out nuts.)

Local weather is changing, partly caused by the hurricane, no doubt, which travelled up the East Coast. Here in my area, this has meant a lot of high winds and rain, minor problems compared to the destruction on the East Coast and elsewhere.

I hear and see the BLUE JAYS around, but it appears the small birds are gone. The weather may have meant I missed activity, but even the "sounds" of the birds are missing, i.e., early morning and evening songs of the ROBINS.

The weather is indeed volatile. After an unusual heat wave for September, the cooler weather has arrived. We'll soon be bringing in plants and seeing to vegetables in our gardens. There is at least a month here before the frosts take hold, which brings a little cheer. Some trees are already changing color.

I hope abundant warmer weather is still available.

PREDATORS IN MY AREA, No.2

Last week I had to deal with YELLOW JACKETS who were infesting my area. First, my car was under repair and not moved sufficiently, so WASPS crawled into the door at the handle area and built a nest. The same thing occurred on the other door. It was when I was trying to deal with these pests, that one of my "falls" occurred. (See last post)

I have said I live in the country, and have an old house. I saw WASPS crawling in above a window at the corner of the house. I never took this seriously until I saw how many went in and out. I had friends help me spray the area, but nothing worked. Also, I heard clicking noises inside at the corner above the lintel between the living room and hall. But, it wasn't until I saw a few small wasps wriggling in a narrow space, and one on the floor, that I ran for insulation material to plug the holes.

I called an exterminator. He came that afternoon and did a lot of spraying, telling me the WASPS, LARVAE, NEST, etc., were dead and dying. It was not good enough for me. I had him listen inside, and he became convinced the nest was near. I wanted the nest gone. He pulled down the panel somewhat and saw the wide area between the two rooms, not insulated being inside walls, where they were making a nest.

He first saw a beehive looking nest 1/2 foot across. He scraped things into bags. There were hundreds of dead WASPS and LARVAE. He kept looking and found another nest, a rectangle 5x6" with 3 1" panels on it. He looked further and found a similar one the same size. I was stunned. He had only found one other infestation in a home. (Most are in attics.) He continued shovelling out dead WASPS, etc. Then he found another, 4x6" with 2 panels.

He said that was the last, and I must tape up the area so none could come in to the house, especially those of the colony, who were out in the field, and coming back. They kept coming. My friend could not come to block areas until the next day, so over a dozen WASPS were stuck in the tape. They kept coming, one by one until the whole area outside was filled with board, caulking and insulation. They were persistent. I had to trap and put them out. I felt under seige.

It was a relief when they quit and went away. I had no sympathty for them. It was a dreadful week. (Today I saw two trying to find a way in.)

PREDATORS indeed.

PREDATORS IN MY AREA, No.1

I have been somewhat late writing on my blog because of falls breaking and cracking ribs, which have left me rather tardy in posting.

Today, while processing some laundry, I heard a cry of distress, so looked out the back door on the garden side. There, on my small shed was a HARRIER HAWK (MARSH) female sitting on something wriggling. I believed it too late for rescue. It was a JUNCO. I figured this because I could go out on the porch and natter away at her at how naughty she was without her blinking, but going about her business. The poor JUNCO was dead now. I went on berating her anyway; she had no fear of me. She finally flew away with her prize to the next yard where they were lost to sight. We are heavily treed here.

Last week I saw a flock of JUNCOS. They come back for the fall and winter. I also saw a flock of STARLINGS, who do not usually remain here. The birds are on the move, and already the small birds have gone. It i s early this year. I miss their chattering. So much is changing, even leaves falling.

I have never seen HARRIERS so close to civilization here. I used to see them a lot when I walked the fields. I could have dispensed with such a spectacle this morning.

NEW INTERESTS OBSERVED ON MY VACATION

I made another visit with friends in the Ottawa Valley. This is indeed HORSE country. There were many 'horse' farms, and I saw some new horses added to the four at the bottom of my friends' garden. The new mare turned her body around so that she could lip the spot above the rump of the top 'dog,' or horse. I was surprised to see the stallion turn his body to do the same to her--at the same time. You horse people would know the gesture. It was that very special spot dogs love to be rubbed, because they can't quite reach it. The feeling appears to be exquisite in dogs. Is it the same in horses--or is there some other meaning? Is it submission, acceptance, or another purpose?

I also saw them sleeping one day out in the field. The stallion stood, one leg resting. Three of the younger ones lay sprawled, one or two cropped grass. I enjoy watching them.

I saw the ususal ALPACA farm, with gorgeous deep browns, beige, black and white. In a separate field was a gray, new to me. When I visited Peru some years ago, I was pleased to know I could purchase such a beautiful brown Alpaca wool there that did not have to be dyed.

Another site was a field of SHEEP guarded by a LLAMA, and I thought of my article on: Livestock Guardian Dogs-A Courageous and Lonely Breed of Dog, and how it has been proven scientifically that Dogs are more effective than LLamas or Donkeys in guarding sheep, cattle.

And, of course, I had a visit with my BORDER COLLIE friend.

I saw my first BLUEBIRD. Although home boxes are up in the fields around my area. I had never seen a Bluebird. I was sitting on the back porch of my friends' house, and it flew down in front of me. It was lovely.

There had been a story circulating in my friends' area about a young FAWN, who must have lost its mother, and adopted itself into other groups, for instance, WILD TURKEYS. It was seen by many, and went on to different animal families, then was seen no more. We trust the Wildlife people saw to it getting proper care.

Vacation travel indeed broadens one's mind, and provides interesting experiences. It was a most refreshing visit.

A SURPRISE IN MY GARDEN

Well, well, surprise, surprise! I walked out onto the back porch this morning to catch a bit of sun since the house, even with windows open, was a bit cool. I looked about, and up as I saw a movement. There, in one of the large holes in my well over one hundred year-old sugar maple tree, a baby raccoon was turning about to go back in to sleep. The screen door banging must have awakened him.

That explained why I had seen a mature raccoon shinning up that tree a month or so ago. I had thought since it was daylight, it must have been a hungry young male. Perhaps it was the same raccoon who climbed up the pine tree just outside my window. These sightings put the time around when raccoons breed. The little one I saw today is almost ready to leave the "nest," or den.

Which brings me to the tree. I had three large sugar maples, all badly damaged during our last ice storm. I had one cut down in 2006. It had been creaking noisily in the wind, and leaned toward the house. The second one was dropping large branches, so was dangerous. I had it cut this past year. One of the young tree men and I lost track counting over one hundred rings. The inside was rotten--big hollows in places. These two were at the front of the house.

This one, the tree man said, needed to come down in around two years. He cut off a number of large, dangerous, dead branches, which dropped parts bit by bit. Although the center is hollow, the tree is strong. He said it will not fall, just die off branch by branch at the top.

Birds return to their nesting areas to propogate their young, as do raccoons. The raccoons were no doubt related to the raccoons who lived and bred under my house before I could get the crawl spaces sealed off. I had to wait until the young were able to leave. Which means this little one may be related to the same crew. My cute little raccoon will soon "fly the coop," as it were. (There are usually two pups.) As I mentioned in another post, the male leaves at dusk to find food, and returns at first light. They are safe enough in the tree for a few years. I will get "uptight" if they eat my lettuce. They should be off to the woods soon.

This cute, cuddly little "surprise" made me want to write to you. How often does such an interesting surprise occur in one's garden?

MY GIANT HOUSE SPIDER

I have seen a GIANT HOUSE SPIDER (Tegenario duellica)

I had an unpleasant surprise the other day while working with a friend changing windows to screens. We were on our last one--the back door on the garden side. He was on the outside, I in, when he looked agitated and said to grab a broom, and come and look. I poked my head out, and there on the door jamb, high on one side--with a "possible" little hop into the house, was the largest house spider we had ever seen.

The spider was at least 3" (three inches) long, with a body 1 1/2" (one and one half) inches. We were stunned and in shock for several moments as we studied it. I lifted my broom and knocked it down while my friend stomped on it. Sorry about that for those of you who love Spiders, but the thing was too close for comfort. Perhaps it came from under the house in the crawl space.

We went inside and looked through as many books as possible to find it was a GIANT HOUSE SPIDER, Tegenaria duellica, now found all over North America. I looked on the web the next day confirming it. This one was a male. Tell me if I am wrong, but he was on his way to find a female nest where he would mate with the female at least two times. He would remain there and shortly die. The female would then eat him, thus providing nourishment for her offspring.

I have battled CELLAR SPIDERS for years, and the odd SMALL HOUSE SPIDER indoors, and outdoors live and let live with the large GARDEN SPIDERS (who eat many insects), and the odd DADDY LONG LEGS, but in living here in the country for over thirty years I have never seen such a large Spider.

I hope I shall never see a GIANT HOUSE SPIDER again.

SOME SURPRISING CHANGES IN MY GARDEN

It was warm for several days last week, so I sat outside to enjoy the heat. I read and watched the birds. It was wonderful to have the heat, but, alas, it has gone again. Now we are almost at freezing during the night, cool during the day.

During those warmer days, my Tufted Titmouse came back with a friend, so they must be staying to breed. I had only seen them once before in my area while walking in the woods.

Also last week, the day was a little slow. Restless, I looked out my front door. I heard the call before I saw them. There, on the bushes was a Cardinal and Cardinal female. The did not fly away as I expected. I began to chatter away. They chattered badk, and we carried on a "conversation" for at least ten minutes. They fluttered about, watching me. It was mostly the male. His mate stayed near and did her own chattering. Amidst this "conversation" a Titmouse poked his head in from around the corner of the house. He barely stayed, uninterested.

I gave up chattering with my friends and shut the door. Before I went back to my work, I looked out from the dining room window. There was the Cardinal male staring at me, looking in. I waved at him and he flew away. I truly had been "low" that day, and it seemed God had sent his little angels to cheer me up. It was awesome.

On the basis of that day I refilled the smaller feeder for these friends. It took a week for the blackbirds to find it, but my friends (plus other small birds) got there first. Today, the weather is cooler, and a Cowbird female, a dull brown/black, was at the feeder. The eyes were black, so I knew she was not a blackbird. Then I saw the male Cowbird with its dull brown head, and irridescent black body. They are as unlikeable to me as the blackbirds, for they lay their eggs in a smaller bird's nest, so that the young hatch and get the most food from the poor mother since they are larger. Ironic, is it not, but they are one of nature's conundrums. The Blackbirds, with whom they travel, came, and finished off the food.

I hear the weather is getting warmer in a few days. After all, it is spring, not just for the birds, but for the weather as well. It will get warm.

As an afterthought, do you have such problems with Blackbirds? I must have asked that question before.

SOME BIRDS STOPPING BY MY GARDEN

Yesterday I had a pleasant surprise. A WOOD THRUSH found its way into my garden. He was alone. It was impossible to mistake his rust brown head and back, with a white breast strewn with black and brown slash marks like lightning strikes. He sat only. He could not be mistaken for a Thrasher.

I remember hearing a WOOD THRUSH once before I saw it. I was out walking in the woods, not yet far from the houses. When I heard the glorious song, I stood still, and looked around. He sat atop a small tree singing his heart out. It was a most profound experience.

Another visitor was a WHITE-THROATED SPARROW. I love the blobs of yellow on each side of his head, with the white and dark stripes. The body is a bland sparrow brown.

Today, a TUFTED TITMOUSE sat on a tree by my window, looking in. I believe he spotted me behind the geraniums. How charming his plump little gray body was, with a few slashes of rust on the lower sides.

Birds bring birds. Although there is little food left in the feeders, they come along anyway. I am thankful the BLACKBIRDS come seldom now. Families of JUNCOS are here often. One can see the striking white tail feathers when they fly. The DOVES visit from time to time. One male was most interested in a smaller female, but after all, it is Spring. Most of their families I see when the snow covers the ground.

The BLUE JAYS come for a peek to see if I have put any nuts out. Without these, they don't stay long. I Have been waiting for a rainless day to toss the nuts up to their stand.

Several of these birds are only passing through. I would love to have them stay. Sigh!

UNPLEASANT SIGNS OF SPRING

I have been remiss in posting to my blog, but must get this one off. The Blackbirds are back.

They came back massing on my trees. At the time they perhaps had just arrived, for they glared at my busy feeders and took themselves off.

After settling in, one by one they came, increasing in number, until there are now too many. They come by the half-dozen or more daily. Most of the food is gone.

My other birds have to scramble for food. There is almost nothing left for them. A Dove was here, a Cardinal family, Juncos and Sparrows. Unfortunately, that means I cannot feed these birds. I will miss seeing them, and hope they find food locally. The snow is gone, and with frequent rains the trees and bushes are budding, the grass growing. Soon natural food will be abailable for my birds. Or, others using feeders on the lower road, do not have the same problem with Blackbirds. I wish my birds the best. I hope to see them again in the fall when the Blackbirds have left the area.

I am too close to the woods where the Blackbirds mass by the hundreds when they come and go in Spring and Fall.

I refuse to feed Blackbirds.

SIGNS OF SPRING ARE ALL AROUND US

Spring is coming. I was told by a friend in Southern Ontario that the Robins are there now. I have yet to see one here in Quebec. We have a lot of snow still, but it is melting. I see the odd bird at my feeder I do not recognize. No doubt they are passing through. One type looked like smaller versions of Cedar Waxwings, with crests, but mostly gray in color. I could not find them in a Bird Book, but someone may recognize the description.

Now that a lot of snow has melted and the ground more visible, the birds come less often to the feeders. They find food elsewhere. Well, soon the blackbirds will be back and feeding will officially end by me. It is my cue. I continue to put out peanuts for the Jays from time to time. They come looking, but circumstances like busyness or cool winds intervene. If it was a case of needing the nuts...I see it more as a treat because they do have other sources of food.

Spring notwithstanding, the winds are cool, and much snow, uncovering the detritus--and hopefully grass--must melt away to encourage warmth. How odd to hear that because of the intensity of the Chile earthquake, the Earth day is a fraction of a second shorter. It is difficult to get one`s head around that if it is so. The days are getting longer, however. There is little doubt of that, and we will soon be able to say Spring has come.

SOME BEAUTIES OF THE ANIMAL WORLD

In the course of writing my novel, I needed to "speak" about horses, among which was The Arab Horse. While surfing the net I came across a number of articles on The Arab Horse. I admire the breed because they are so beautiful, a triumph of breeding by the Arabian Bedouins of Europe and Asia so many thousands of years ago. Today they are bred all around the world.

You can recognize The Arab Horse readily. Their beauty lies in their wedge-shaped head, giving it a dished look. They have small, wide flaring nostrils, with lovely large eyes, small ears, and beautifully arched necks. Their stamina and intelligence are legendary. You may find many articles about them, some at: ezinearticles.com/ for example, under the name, The Arabian Horse-Beauty and Versatility....

As I look out my window I often see several families of Cardinals come to my feeders. The males are truly beautiful in their red coats. One is more brilliant than the others, so I call him "Fatso," a rather shabby name for such a beauty. The other males have more gray on their wings and backs. I love the females as well--who are never far from their males--a lesson for us? Their bits of red and soft browns make them charming.

John Keats, in 1884, wrote in his poem, Endymion, Part I:
"A THING of Beauty is a Joy forever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness;...."

This certainly applies to the Cardinals and to The Arab Horses of the World.

SNOW, AN INEVITABLE PART OF OUR NORTHERN WINTER CLIMATE FOR OUR WILDLIFE

Several days ago a morning fall of large snowflakes sent my birds into a flurry of feeding. They flitted about from feeder to feeder. Four Cardinal families were most present, shored up by Chickadees and the odd Sparrow. The Jays had gone, and the Juncos, obviously sated for the time. The Mourning Doves were nowhere to be seen. It was fun to watch the Cardinals fly about. They appeared to enjoy the snowflakes. I am at times on a late schedule, so no doubt there will be another round of feeding after the snow has ceased to fall.

I am opened in my Canadian Wildlife calendar to January and a napping Arctic Hare. He, or she is beautiful, and if he stays still he will be safe. He is adorably white with black tips to his ears. I am not fond of watching films about Wildlife in Africa because of its ``dog eat dog`` nature (unfortunate analogy because I like dogs). No doubt the Arctic Hare is caught up in similar circumstances, trying to outwit the Arctic Fox, also white, also camouflaged on the white snow. Just as the Polar Bear must catch and kill the Seal to live and feed their young. Nature, however, works itself out without our help--well, with some help from the Wildlife people trying to keep things on an even keel.

Oddly, without it snowing, the backyard birdfeeders are not so busy. The birds come from time to time, but it is not the hilarity of a ``snowing`` day. The day is dull, the snow promised--about four centimeters. I will take it, even if I must shovel, only to see my birds happy.

Do you have a similar experience with your birds?