Listening to the Birds
Lately I've been getting off on listening to the birds.
When we first moved here and there were only the woods, the birds were not nearly as evident as they are now, or as they were in D.C. at that time, with all its pigeons, starlings, and English sparrows.
Even the modest amount of clearing that I've done, amounting to little more than half an acre of the 20 and a half that we have, appears to have opened up the habitat enough to allow them to dart, swoop, and observe much more freely, and now they can be seen and, more often, heard through most of the year, trilling a great variety of songs or making all kinds of comments, often four or five at the same time though never in unison.
They make great background music while you're outside roaming, playing, or working, so that you don't need your buildings to act as huge speakers pumping out your human song, and that is much handier than dealing with CD's or DVD's.
Sometimes the birds even seem to have picked up some English. I didn't think from me, until I remembered that a few times I have held debates with a row of crows lined up on a tree branch just like a bunch of the ecclesiastical judges of the Spanish Inquisition, though I am more likely to try to get the attention of squirrels, who, however, talk only to their own and then only when they're chasing each other.
For instance there's a bird close by the house right now that seems to be saying, over and over, "We need you we need you we need you!"
When we first moved here and there were only the woods, the birds were not nearly as evident as they are now, or as they were in D.C. at that time, with all its pigeons, starlings, and English sparrows.
Even the modest amount of clearing that I've done, amounting to little more than half an acre of the 20 and a half that we have, appears to have opened up the habitat enough to allow them to dart, swoop, and observe much more freely, and now they can be seen and, more often, heard through most of the year, trilling a great variety of songs or making all kinds of comments, often four or five at the same time though never in unison.
They make great background music while you're outside roaming, playing, or working, so that you don't need your buildings to act as huge speakers pumping out your human song, and that is much handier than dealing with CD's or DVD's.
Sometimes the birds even seem to have picked up some English. I didn't think from me, until I remembered that a few times I have held debates with a row of crows lined up on a tree branch just like a bunch of the ecclesiastical judges of the Spanish Inquisition, though I am more likely to try to get the attention of squirrels, who, however, talk only to their own and then only when they're chasing each other.
For instance there's a bird close by the house right now that seems to be saying, over and over, "We need you we need you we need you!"
posted by Carl (aka Sofarsogoo) | 9:38 AM
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