Tuesday, March 14, 2017
Just What Is Going On?
I gently peel back the curtain, carefully revealing the light of day. A frenzy of jays are on the ground and on the platform feeder gorging. A lone chickadee flits from branch to twig waiting a turn. A couple of mourning doves feed on the mounds of seed that have fallen to the ground, the result of the fights between flocks and the gulping appetite of aggressive jays. A lone crow, slight compared to the thickness of the ravens who visited a few days ago is perched high in the craggy apple tree. Simultaneously a downy woodpecker flutters for space on the suet, the bigger hairy woodpecker gave notice and makes room. It is as entertaining as watching a three-ring circus. For three months, I have kept a log weather and of activity at the feeder. For three months I have never witnessed a mix of birds feeding at once, always jays with jays, chickadees with chickadees and titmouse alone with their own kind. Just what is going on?
For days we have been anticipating a big winter storm with nearly two feet of snow. I think the birds are getting ready. Keith Carson, our local weatherman says we are "going to be crushed!" I can't wait.