Tag: bluebirds
Bluebirds Are Laying Eggs!
The female bluebird has been a stealth operator lately. She’s nowhere to be seen. Even her mate is quiet and hard to find. It gives the impression that the birds have moved onto greener pastures. Instinctually, that’s exactly what the bluebirds hope…that large, gangly “predators” such as me remain oblivious to their presence while they [...]
Backyard Drama: Foreign Invaders vs. Sky-blue Protagonist
A month ago I described the avian drama unfolding in my backyard. For a year I’ve hoped that last year’s Eastern Bluebird nest would be re-claimed by its original owners and I’d witness one, maybe two (dare I be so greedy as to hope for THREE?) clutches this season. In April it seemed as though last [...]
The Backyard: Bach or Beethoven for Bluebirds?
We know that birds are auditory creatures. We know a female selects her mate based on the quality of his song. We know that when we go into the woods and play birdsongs on our iPods, birds will come investigate. But will they sing to classical music? Well, this little story unfolded in my mother’s [...]
Bluebird Pair Tidies Last Year’s Nest
St. Patrick’s Day 2010 arrived and brought with it a mug of good luck. While two weeks ago I had 18 inches of snowfall and an icy luge track in my backyard, and just yesterday I wrote about my anticipation of nesting bluebirds, today a bluebird pair has laid claim to our birdbox. I suspect [...]
Sparrows vs. Bluebirds: Round One
What a day! The drama in my backyard has waxed and waned and the outcome is still not clear. No sooner had I clicked “Publish” on my last post before I went outside and discovered a rogue pair of House Sparrows INSIDE the flicker box on our barn. I knew they’d viewed our rental listing, [...]
Moment of Zen: Bluebird Pair Feeding Young
At some point, the lush, green landscape around me turned cold and barren. The mercury now hovers in the single digits. A frosty white coating buries the trunk of every tree. The wind yawns and howls right through the single pane windows of this 1880s Victorian. With no fireplace to warm my tootsies by, I turn [...]
Bluebirds: Thirty Days of Backyard Bliss
In the mornings I’d grab my camera, coffee, and bins and pad across the dewy lawn to a plastic Adirondack chair. I reckon it looked a bit odd, me sitting alone for hours in the middle of a grassy yard, big lens in hand, facing nothing more than a PVC pole as if waiting for it to jump!
Bluebirds in My Backyard – I knew this day would come
I knew this day would come. I hoped for it, I planned for it. But after three solid years of living on this corner lot in upstate New York and never even SEEING a bluebird for miles, my hopes were growing dim.
