|A closer look at the pole of bird houses.|
|This isn't much of a bird house, but some bird built a nest in a plant pot under this plastic saucer on shelves outside our garage.|
|A look inside the pot; unfortunately, the birds abandoned the eggs in the nest after it was disturbed.|
Now that the snow is gone and worms are plentiful, I've cut back my bird-feeding stations to one metal mesh container of suet. There aren't as many birds fluttering around the back yard as when I was offering them -- and the squirrels -- open pans of birdseed, but they're still very much part of the picture.
During a recent cleanup of plastic plant pots stashed outside the garage, John was startled when a bird flew out of a pot. In it, he found a nest, nicely feathered, with pale eggs the size of a thumbnail. He tried to leave it untouched, but unfortunately, the birds haven't returned, so those are eggs that will never hatch into a songbird for our back yard.
Then my friend Linda found a new book about birds that she couldn't stop talking about. Called Birds Art Life by Kyo Maclear, it's about a writer who finds creativity and meaning by learning how to see -- really see -- birds in the city. I haven't read the book yet, but love the idea that Maclear is not travelling to exotic places to fill out a lifetime bird list. Instead, she's making use of the everyday city around her to learn new things about nature -- and herself.
I plan to read Maclear's book, but I think I may have already started travelling along her path.
|A bird condo? I came across this multi-holed construction near Main Street.|
|A pretty bird house on a pole near Arbutus.|