Birds’n’Berries

Chokecherry (Prunus virginiana)

Chokecherry (Prunus virginiana)

I have an excellent backyard for attracting birds.  I enjoy hearing them talk and sing, and I love seeing robins bouncing along my deck, and watching the cardinal momma and poppa teaching the little ones how to live a proper cardinal life.  I allowed another chokecherry tree to spring up by my fence this past year because the first one is so popular with the birds it gets stripped bare every year.  This young tree, loaded with berries, is right next to the deck, and gives me an excellent position from my office doorway to watch for birds feeding.

Cardinals-BerriesToday, apparently, was an ideal day for the birds to gobble up the berries, and I got pretty excited when I periphally saw all kinds of bird activity while I sat in front of my computer.  Looked outside carefully, so I wouldn’t scare any of them away – and there they were!  Not only adult and juvenile robins, but cardinals and a cedar waxwing!  A minute or two later I realized there was a little warbler in the twigs fluttering around, maybe after bugs.

I suddenly realized what an opportunity for some photos, and grabbed my phone to take some pictures.

First session:

(1) Carefully, quietly, slowly opened the vertical blinds.
(2) Carefully, slowly, quietly opened the sliding door.
(3) Quietly, slowly, carefully opened the screen door.
(4) Forgot to hold my breath, and birds, all sensing my heavy breathing I guess, departed.

Second try:

(1)  Waited patiently.
(2)  Waited some more.
(3)  Lifted my phone to take picture, realized I would have to zoom.
(4)  Remembered how to tweak my fingers and zoom in.
(5)  Friend who had said he would come by, came by – barging in quite boisterously.
(6)  Birds took off again.

Third attempt:

(1)  Waited.
(2)  Waited.
(3)  Waited.
(4)  Realized there was a cedar waxwing visiting and three robins fluttering around.
(5)  Also the little warbler I couldn’t quite make out clearly.
(6)  Lifted up camera-phone, zoomed in very carefully.
(7)  Message flashed across screen to plug my phone in RIGHT NOW/BATTERY LOW
(8)  Which I did. (While uttering a couple of expletives).

Fourth effort:

(1)  Remembered I have a Panasonic camera in the office.
(2)  Searched the desk for the last remembered whereabouts of the camera.
(3)  Couldn’t find it.
(4)  Looked for it in the bottom drawer, in its case, in its proper place.
(5)  It was there.
(6)  Took it out.
(7)  Remembered how to use it.
(8)  Turned it on.
(9)  Wouldn’t turn on.
(10)  Realized battery was dead.
(11)  Searched for battery.
(12)  Found it, nestled inside the battery charger.
(13)  Removed live (hopefully) battery from charger & put in dead one.
(14)  Inserted battery into camera.
(15)  Checked for birds.
(16)  Nada.

Fifth endeavor:

(1) Back to waiting.
(2) Birds probably too stuffed to eat any more today.
(3) Deck littered with berry pits.
(4) One lone robin landed, took off.
(5) Realized birds are now in farthest tree, not really visible from the doorway.
(6) Realized I wouldn’t be able to sneak up on them through the back yard.
(7) Memo to self – try again tomorrow.
(8) Have both camera and smart-phone charged, primed, ready to go.
(9) Never, Never, Never give up.

Sixth (and final) venture:

(1) Had to go out, do a little shopping, rushed home.
(2) Readied camera and cell phone.
(3) Carefully, quietly, slowly opened vertical blinds
(4) Slowly, carefully, quietly opened sliding door.
(5) Quietly, slowly, carefully, opened screen door.
(6) Grabbed camera, positioned to highest zoom.
(7) No birds. No Berries.
(8) They had STRIPPED the trees yesterday.
(9) Ah, well –  next year.

However,

just to show you what “Might-Have-Been”…..

Robin eating berries (from East Gwillimbury Camera Girl)

Robin eating berries (from East Gwillimbury Camera Girl)

Hungry robin (Tania Simpson 2012)

Hungry robin (Tania Simpson 2012)

Cedar Waxwings love berries too (nextdoornature.org)

Cedar Waxwings love berries too (nextdoornature.org)

and what the little chokecherry tree might have looked like when almost all it’s berries were gone…

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Cardinal feeding young (FrontYardVideo-Youtube)

Cardinal feeding young (FrontYardVideo-Youtube)

 

Quotes #2

Tongue-In-Cheek Quotations

A big man has no time really to do anything but just sit and be big. (F Scott Fitzgerald)
A budget tells us what we can’t afford, but it doesn’t keep us from buying it. (Wm Feather)
A Cannibal is a person who walks into a restaurant and orders a waiter. (Morey Amsterdam)
A child, like your stomach, doesn’t need all you can afford to give it. (Frank A Clark)
A child’s kiss is magic. Why else would they be so stingy with them? (Harvey Fierstein)
A dead fish can float downstream, but it takes a live one to swim upstream. (W C Fields)
A divorce is like an amputation:  you survive it, but there’s less of you.  (Margaret Atwood)
A friend will tell you she saw your old boyfriend – and he’s a priest.  (Erma Bombeck)
A hero is no braver than an ordinary man, but he is brave five minutes longer. (R W Emerson)
A little learning is a dangerous thing, but a lot of ignorance is just as bad. (Bob Edwards)
A man of sixty has spent twenty years in bed and over three years in eating. (A. Bennett)
A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy? (Albert Einstein)
A sign of celebrity is that his name is often worth more than his services.  (Daniel J Boorstin)
A sublime faith in human imbecility has seldom led those who cherish it astray. (H Ellis)
A university is what a college becomes when the faculty loses interest in students. (J Ciardi)
A word to the wise isn’t necessary, it is the stupid ones who need all the advice. (Bill Cosby)
Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.  (Mark Twain)
All music is folk music.  I ain’t never heard a horse sing a song. (Louis Armstrong)
An Army of lions commanded by a deer will never be an army of lions. (Bonaparte)
An income tax form is like a laundry list – either way you lose your shirt. (Fred Allen)
An infallible method of conciliating a tiger is to allow oneself to be devoured. (K.Adenauer)
As a child my family’s menu consisted of 2 choices: take it or leave it. (Buddy Hackett)
As long as a man stands in his own way, everything seems to be in his way. (R W Emerson)

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 “The Lark Ascending”

Hello again. It’s ej’s daughter back with a little music for Mom’s blog. I chose one song, two versions, of a wonderful piece by Ralph Vaughan Williams called “The Lark Ascending”. It’s music that I love, and I think it would be a suitable soundtrack to a soft, summer afternoon listening and watching your own backyard berry eaters…

Nicola Benedetti (photo Donald Macleod)

Nicola Benedetti (photo Donald Macleod)

Nicola Benedetti (b. 7/27/87 -) is a Scottish classical violinist born to an Italian father and Scottish mother. She started playing the violin at the age of four and four years later was the leader of the National Children’s Orchestra of Great Britain. In 2004 at the age of 16, she won the BBC “Young Musician of the Year” and signed £1m, six album recording contract with Deutsche Grammaphon/Universal Music Group. For a full bio go to:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nicola_benedetti

2007Nicola Benedetti performs a shortened version of the hauntingly beautiful Ralph Vaughan Williams piece “The Lark Ascending” to a backdrop of lovely English scenery (Decca Records Classical YouTube). 

If you love “The Lark Ascending” like I do, and you have some time to listen to an equally wonderful but full length version from Janine Jansen, see the video below.

Janine Jansen (belbios.nl)

Janine Jansen (belbios.nl)

Janine Jansen (b. 1/7/78 -) was born in the Netherlands and is a violinist and violist. She started playing at age six. She has eschewed tradition by recording with only five other solo strings rather than an orchestra, including her brother and father. In live concerts, she has received standing ovations from enthusiastic audiences, for example at the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra 2006 concert at Berlin’s Waldbühne, with a full attendance of 25,000, and in Los Angeles at the Walt Disney Concert Hall with the Los Angeles Philharmonic Orchestra in 2008 to a sold-out audience. For a full bio go to:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Janine_Jansen

2003 – Violin Solist Janine Jansen & the BBC Symphony Orchestra at the BBC Proms Royal Albert Hall. Janine Jansen plays a 1727 Stradivari “Barrere” violin on extended loan from the Stradivari Society of Chicago, in this popular Ralph Vaughan Williams masterpiece “The Lark Ascending”.

 

Paws for Awhile

Bet you always wondered what their paws were like up close….

Badger paw

Badger paw

Beaver paws

Beaver paws

Bunny paws

Bunny paws

Cat paws

Cat paws

Chipmunk paws

Chipmunk paws

Dog paws

Dog paws

Fox paw

Fox paw

Guinea Pig paws

Guinea Pig paws

Hamster paw

Hamster paw

Kangaroo paws

Kangaroo paws

Lion paws (Danick's Blog)

Lion paws (Danick’s Blog)

Mouse paws

Mouse paws

Panda paw

Panda paw

Polar Bear paws

Polar Bear paws

Polecat Paw

Polecat Paw

Porcupine paw

Porcupine paw

Raccoon paw

Raccoon paw

Rat paw (Mrs.Rattitude)

Rat paw (Mrs.Rattitude)

Sea Otter paws

Sea Otter paws

Snow Leopard paws

Snow Leopard paws

Squirrel paws

Squirrel paws

Tiger paws (amazon.com)

Tiger paws (amazon.com)

Weasel paws

Weasel paws

Wolf paws (www.animationsource.org)

Wolf paws (www.animationsource.org)

Wolverine paw

Wolverine paw

Finally - Faux Paws (fashionedbylindell)

Finally – Faux Paws (fashionedbylindell)

Hope you’re enjoying some sweet mid-summer bird song wherever you live!

Signing off – ej

Bird Watching Isn’t For Sissies

a8I remember now why my husband and I used to enjoy bird watching so much.

Oh yes, there was the fresh air of the open countryside, that was good. It was fun exploring the back roads, or ones we’d forgotten, where interesting things always seemed to be found.  A truly great day was when we would find a delightful fishing stream where we could spend hours of peaceful relaxation, soaking in the sun and the scenery.

3633452422_70f7eb2b77_zIt was even more fun just being together in the car, learning more and more about each other, while taking the time to enjoy life.

Most days we’d find a roadside market stall and take home summer-fresh vegetables and fruits that always seemed better tasting, better smelling, better  looking. than the supermarket variety.

meat-breadWe found many a delightful restaurant in little out-of-the-way places, with friendly people and great food, many times warranting a return visit or two or three. More than once we found small communities where gourmet chefs had left the frazzle of the big city restaurants, and found their own niche in a quiet town, where they could be more individual in their field, and introduce town folk to some pretty awesome dining.  What a pleasant surprise to find a five-star chef way out in the boonies!  What great memories!

Wild+Strawberry+Crystallised+Rose+RecipesI remember times we would be driving slowly along a road and I would see a flash of colour in the grass and we’d stop the car while I picked wild strawberries, or make note to come back for a wild blackberry patch about to ripen. We would always be prepared for a picnic – a blanket, a cooler, some sandwiches and fruits, and a bottle of wine. Have you ever eaten wild strawberries?  So very tasty, they will spoil you forever.  “Tame” strawberries just can’t replicate the flavour of the wild ones.

5055910-a-wine-and-cheese-picnic-in-the-countryBird watching was a prime reason for the trips, so we would take our bird identification books, our cameras, and our binoculars. We would sit by the side of the road, or wander into a meadow, gently trespassing at times, but never leaving a disturbance or debris behind.

115974162.iZEXx2VC.20090809waxwing01ccompI remember one foggy day at Sauble Beach, near Wiarton, seeing a tree filled with “leaves” of Cedar Waxwings.

snowy-owl-11294429097AXeI remember a cold March morning along a Lake Ontario road that was not much better than a path, and suddenly stopping to allow a walking flock of Snowy Owls to pass in front of the car. Outstanding and rare!

blue-bird-pictureAnother time in Kingston countryside, we came across a dozen or more bluebirds, when we thought we would never see one in Ontario again. The last time we had seen one had been when we were children in Owen Sound. And that same summer, we saw some more in a meadow near Oliphant, along a logging trail near Sauble Beach. I remember an Indigo Bunting and a Painted Bunting seen on the same day in a deep woods near Wiarton.

Indigo Bunting

Indigo Bunting

paintedbunting

Painted Bunting

pileated-woodpecker-male_1421_web1On the way home we saw a Pileated Woodpecker, who let us observe him for quite awhile. I’ve never seen another since, except in a caged environment. Days filled with beautiful sightings like these imprinted more memories to our mental storerooms.

One time there was a tiny little pool of water, a spillover from a rain shower, and two Mallard ducks were swimming around in it, determined to find a meal, or perhaps just enjoying the water on a hot day.

Once at the beach we saw a marching army of young cowbirds, being shepherded along by older ones, all having been raised in the nests of other birds. How did they know they were cowbirds? How did they instinctively know they had to match up with their villainous parents who destroyed other birds’ eggs and laid their own in their place in the chosen adopted nests? Why wouldn’t the young birds think they were cardinals, or Goldfinches or whatever bird’s nest into which they had been deposited and then abandoned for some other bird to raise? Continue reading