Happy Harvest Blog
This hat sees a lot of action
I was quietly working, when there was a bird-window thump, on the north window. No one ever flies into the only, small, north window, and it's not shielded. Not a terrible, dire, sickening thump, but I thought I should check, anyways. There was a chickadee under the window, motionless, wings splayed awkwardly, beak and eyes open, feet clutching a chunk of the brown leaves that it fell on. It went straight into the hat. All birds in trouble around here get the hat treatment.
Winter is knocking
The feeder's been loaded for two hours, and four chickadees are here, scrapping for primacy. It's another frozen day, so while it seems a little early, I'm starting to feed them. It's nice to see the chickadees again. They keep to themselves all summer, but clearly, they keep an eye on me. The Family has a new spot to lounge. I've been clearing buckthorn, and they love it. They want to hang out in this alder, fine.
Time to feed the birds!
This means, what's in the recycling right now I can make a feeder from?It's always fun to see how long it takes for the birds to find it. Under an hour for a full banditry of chickadees to show up.
Chickadee tragedy (?)
The dead tree was snapped off right through the nest! The nest is almost wholly built out of my hair and fibres I recognize from our Icelandic wool blanket and our fleece sheets. Incredible. Basically he felted together a little bowl.
Chickadee mama
We tiptoed over and peeked in. She’s in there! At least eight inches down in a cylindrical hole smaller than a pop can, I saw the top of her little black cap and her beak, looking around. Yay!
Chickadees
In the first tree I could see the tail bobbing - what is it doing in there? Then it would back out, fly to a nearby branch, and pfft, spit out a beakful of sawdust. Repeat.
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