Two days ago a bird egg fell out of the sky. No joke! We were playing in the backyard and a bird egg fell on to the grass. It cracked open, of course, and I had to clean up a small, doomed bird embryo.
I'm an avid amateur birder, but I don't know a lot about eggs or nests.
On a walk in my neighborhood I spotted this bird's nest with one bright blue egg. I'm fairly certain it's a robin's egg. But robins usually lay three or four eggs. Having just this one left makes me think something went wrong.
I'm an amateur birder and I'm constantly learning new things about birds, and about birders. People have very strong opinions about birds. Some people hate house sparrows because they are not native. Other people hate hawks who eat smaller birds.
I try not to hate any kind of bird, and I don't mind if a hawk eats another bird. Or a squirrel. But I also probably shouldn't mind if a great horned owl grabbed a red-tailed for dinner.
I have learned a lot about how some birds treat other birds pretty "bad." For instance, cow birds lay their eggs in other birds' nests and expect those birds to raise their young. Of course some birds eat other birds' eggs. It's just how things are in nature, I think.
I was excited earlier this year when I thought I saw chickadees making a nest in one of the bird houses I hung in the backyard.
Then a few weeks later, I saw my first house wren flying in and out of what I thought was the chickadees' bird house. I guess I was mistaken, I thought. Maybe the chickadees were not building a nest in there.
I belong to several birding groups on Facebook. On Sunday, I read a post from a woman who was very upset that house wrens again showed up and took over chickadees' nests. The wrens even destroyed the eggs of the chickadees!
I was surprised (again) and realized this same thing probably happened in my backyard without me knowing. I don't know a lot about bird nesting practices. I can't really get a good look into the bird houses. I won't ever know for sure. But it seems pretty likely.
Yet another example of birds treating each other badly.
This woman wants to discourage house wrens from nesting in her yard anymore. She even goes around dumping house wren nests from other boxes that she wants chickadees to use! I've never considered sticking my hands in the complex interactions of nature like that. I'm not sure what I think about it.
I feed birds, I watch birds. I love learning about their complex behaviors. I offer some nest boxes, but I don't go around destroying nests of some birds. That seems so...controlling, even for me!
- Update on bird nests:
I saw a blue jay working on a nest, adding some plastic debris. Unfortunately while the jay worked, it dislodged the nest from the tree! I watched it fall to the brush in our backyard. The next day, I lifted it up with a stick and put it in the crook of a tree. I don't know if the jay will reclaim it or not. But I'll watch.
I saw a robin fly into a dense coniferous bush in our front yard. I had to drag a heavy patio chair over to the bush to get a photo down into the nest. It's very dark in the nest, but I don't see any eggs just yet. I didn't look too close. I didn't want to disturb the birds if I could help it.
When my kids were young, I learned very quickly that a schedule helped them handle snow days and other no school days.
Nothing too strict, but a little structure to the day seemed to help.
I never realized getting a puppy would help us add structure to our day, but it has. He has a little routine. There are responsibilities, like taking him out, brushing him, feeding him.
It's helped everyone get schoolwork done in the morning during his crate time. It helps get kids dressed and outside for a midday walk.
Things haven't been normal or regular around here, but the schedule has helped add some structure to our days. And as always - caring for someone other than ourselves has been helpful. This is a good reminder to make sure we're helping our neighbors and friends, too.
His name is Beckham and he's a 16 week old schnoodle. (Autocorrect changed that to schnozzle and that's funny). He's a great dog. Barely barks. The first time we heard him bark was at his own reflection. He sleeps great, plays great, and is normally progressing through house training.
But I haven't had a dog in 12 years. And I haven't ever raised a dog from puppyhood. So like the good, analytical, practical, controlling Virgo that I am, I have a lot of questions.
1. How many times should a puppy poop?
2. How much should he eat?
3. Is he scratching too much?
4. Am I playing with him enough?
5. Am I playing with him too much?
6. Should I brush him every day?
7. Can I bathe him more than once every two weeks?
8. Will he ever walk nicely?
9. Is he a power chewer?
10. Will his coat change color when he becomes an adult?
11. Does he like me?
12. Does he like his food?
13. Is he napping enough?
14. Are we giving him too many treats?
15. How big will he get?
16. Does he know his name?
17. Does he know his name and is just ignoring me?
18. Is he smart?
19. Is he smarter than I think he is?
20. Is he always going to be this quiet?
21. Is he sniffing because he has to pee?
22. What's his favorite toy?
23. Are his eyebrows too long?
24. Is he the cutest dog ever?
25. Will he eat his baby teeth?
26. Why is he so interested in eating rocks?
And a big puzzler:
Why did he gnaw on the sidewalk? (I recommend volume on for full effect.)
Last week, my sister-in-law Leslie Belloso hosted us for a guided art lesson. Leslie is a professional artist and teacher. Leslie's work is pretty spectacular. View her work. She taught us the process of creating mud heads. (Learn a little here)