Dinner Then a Nap

Walking outside my back door, I noticed a thin trail across our lawn. I followed it with my eyes.

Hmmm. . . .?

The Phoebes are awful quiet today. . . not a peep from their nest

A drink from a gurgling fountain sounds good after a big meal

Unless you are really tired and full. Then it might just be too much trouble.

It is getting so-o-o-o hot. I think I know a cool dark place.

Just down here a ways . . .

 Getting really close now.

Ah-h-h-h, here we go.

I believe sometimes there are mice and big spiders down here.

So cool, so dark.

This floor is really cool.  Too bad that door is closed, It could be great to in there and curl up behind some of those jars of pepper jelly

"No Mice or spiders down here today. I was full anyway."

So back up stairs. "This big lump in my belly is a little hard to get over each step.  Think I'm leaving?"

"I think not!"

And on up the wall.

"I remember a ledge. . . "

"Oh, yes! a great place to lie during the heat of the day. No body will even know that I am on this ledge over the doorway. Now get that camera out of my face."

I don't think I'll be going down into the cellar until cool weather returns.

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Battle on the Home Front

   

This nesting site has been the spot for many a controversy. Usually that controversy involves my husband, sometimes me and always a family of phoebes.    

  While bird watchers usually love phoebes, for their friendliness, their good parenting skills, and the way they eat thousands of annoying bugs throughout the summer, apparently some homeowners don't. Jeff doesn't like the way the phoebes use our porch as their last stop before returning to the nest. Actually it isn't so bad that they stop.  What is bad is that they poop with each stop.  This makes the picnic table less appealing - also the rocking chairs, the railing, the steps and anything else that happens to be on the porch when the phoebes make their pit stop.  He has finally convinced them to stay away from over the porch light fixtures but only after installing a variety of deterrents.  We even tried rubber snakes which worked for a while. The birds eventually became used to the snakes, even building their nest over the cobra's back.  The snakes are still there in the rafters, but now only seem to frighten our human guests.

The phoebes keep coming.  If you look closely at the nest photo at the top, you should notice that the downspout is covered with a piece of metal flashing.  The flashing has been folded into a tent shape so that it would seemingly be impossible to build a nest on top. Wrong. Our phoebes see it as a great nesting sight. They simple move behind the flashing so that it forms a protective wall with the nest between it and the log and stone wall of our home. It is probably safer than before.

The phoebes usually get in at least one brood before being chased out of that spot. It is not a big problem until summer comes with warm weather and lots of company who don't want to co-mingle with the phoebe droppings.  It is disconcerting to hose off and clean the porch only to have it messed up before guests get a chance to sit down.

Wednesday, it was a different sort of battle going on with the nest site.  It was a beautiful "proper" spring morning so I took my pot of tea and my mac laptop outside to write about the flickers. Phoebes were cheerfully working on their nest when suddenly everything changed.  Being human, and not speaking "phoebe" I'm not sure what the fight was over, but as it involved 2 pair of phoebes, I think it was over the nest.

The four birds flew through the flowers,

 around the spruce trees and into each other with a loud snapping noise that sounded like beaks snapping or maybe some wing action caused it. 

The snapping sounded like kids fighting with plastic straws. Birds landed on fence wires, . . .

. . . and empty plant hangers. No one stayed perched long for the spot was soon usurped by one of the other warriors.

I couldn't tell the birds apart, but finally the ruckus stopped and the winning couple went back to building their home and preparing for their family.

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Gentle Sightings

I've been driving around alot recently, supervising my crew while they count people for the US government.  I've seen nature at some of its finest, but my favorite shots this week have been at home, just catching every-day life of the birds and flowers around our yard.  This sparrow overcame any concern about me taking its picture to grub out some tasty, wriggling morsels under the spruce tree. The striped pattern of its feathers blended in well with shadows as the sun filtered through needles and branches before landing in the dark shade of the tree.

The bird kept flying off into the woods with the food then returning to the same tree.  I don't know what it found, but it must have been a delicacy and I suspect that there was a nest nearby.

While I gathered  pale yellow summer squash from our vegetable garden, a nearby pheobe gathered bugs.  Most of this morning's breakfast came from just above the grass but was spotted by the phoebe's keen eyesight from the corner of our firewood shed. The usually dull brown phoebe glowed like a mirror reflecting the morning sun.

Flowers, too shown through the week as seen by this clean white cosmo.

It is back to work in the morning gathering data on the human species.