I know the nature lovers out there are dying to read about the bird population at my house. All year, the birds offer endless entertainment, and provide excellent opportunities to procrastinate. One of my most favorite activities in retirement is being able to stand with binoculars glued to my face looking at the birds out my kitchen window. And believe me, I can do that for HOURS!!
So - recent developments include a family of baby birds in the wren house and a family of chickadees in a birdhouse out back, complete with cheeping and parent birds flying in and out. Yesterday I saw a family of house sparrows, with the fledglings sitting in the forsythia, while the parents brought birdseed from the feeder to them.
Today featured a wren (I think it was) flying right at a squirrel and attacking it. You go girl, I cheered from the kitchen. Two birds came in view that were so fleeting that I couldn't be sure, but I thought they were yellow bellied sapsuckers.
And speaking of saps, I have been awakened by raucous conversations, campfires and last night the regular "thwack, thwack" of throwing a baseball against the back of the house and loud conversation by the new crop of renting students next door. On night one, I let it go; on night two, I called the police (1:30 a.m.) and last night, I hollered out the window "Will you guys shut up?" (at 11:50). Both the police and my shout were enough to put a stop to it. Those who remember my interaction with the guinea hens that used to waken us at 4:00 a.m. up in Bethlehem, will be able to picture me. The next step is to lob projectiles from my window . . . grenades anyone?
I've called the "Code Officer" who may or may not return my call. As I become increasingly sleep deprived, I become increasingly irrational. It's enough to make a person wish for heavy rain every night from 6 p.m. to 6 a.m.....that would keep the saps and the suckers inside at least.
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