Much like me, the dove returns to the same spot over and again — a comfy, solitary seat in the branches. It appears content, like its only wish was granted.
Falcon on the spire-like tip of a cypress. Same spot I saw it in a few months ago. Only now, enveloped by the wafting incense of California trees, like a morning fog.
(Setting: near a large horizontal window at a gala) Both stood and watched the window like a screen. Birds flew by to Chopin’s salon-friendly Nocturnes. The woman, holding champagne, smiled and beamed. Her burgeoning beau was charmed and stood close. They were having a Hollywood moment! The birds, like fish in a bowl, circled inContinue reading “Beyond the ordinary”
I did not know: The Bird Man is a motorcyclist! Each day in his yard, pouring out fresh water for his feathered visitors, he hobbles to complete this daily task. And now, here he is, in usual T-shirt and sagging, beat-up denim, perched on the seat of a Harley — its engine choking and rumblingContinue reading “Past middle age”
Nature can perhaps be thought of as a living thing that is part of our household and family, such as a cat or a dog, meaning that it trusts that we will care for it. And when we do not, this can be seen as betrayal and negligence. I could not fathom forgetting to feedContinue reading “Thoughts on stewardship”
There’s a dead cypress tree in our backyard — a diminished-looking thing that one might otherwise consider an eyesore if it were not for the fact that it attracts birds like a magnet. A couple of months ago, I spotted a northern flicker perched on one of the parched branches — pretty exciting, considering thisContinue reading “A cypress’ second life (plus a fun finch fact)”
Perch Report – Spring Valley, Nev. It’s no biggie to see Northern mockingbirds since they’re so common in Southern Nevada, but over the past few days, I’ve had the pleasure of watching an adult feed its three fledglings in my yard. It has been tirelessly zipping around each day in the hopes of finding insectsContinue reading “Mini mockingbirds”
I prefer an English garden over a baroque one.
European starlings have been harvesting the trove of black olives that grow in batches on nearly every branch of the tree out back. Normally, the olives merely fall to the ground and rot, so it’s nice to see the birds using them for sustenance. They take them and fly to the ground, where they shakeContinue reading “Starlings make an appearance”