churping, singing and cawing……..

The birds are out in droves this morning. Their songs fill the air as they line atop the fence, tree branches and utility lines in anticipation of today’s feed. They cozy to the backyard perches and the empty Birdhouse. The nearby feeder hangs without movement in the tree. And the water, in a large florescent green bowl that is balanced atop a wrought iron pedestal, is still.

The last few days have felt like autumn as drizzle, fog and mist cower the pines on the mountains. The air, cool and damp has been more in synchronization with November than it has with the July that it actually is. We have yet to see temperatures above 75 degrees.

It drizzled late yesterday and rained all night so I didn’t fill the hanging frog bowl for the yellow warblers and finch, or replenish the birdhouse plate for the sparrows and tree swallows. The two-tiered birdbath, normally filled with pieces of fruit and sunflower seed for the larger birds, instead of water, is all but picked clean, and I left the feeder adorning the side of the fence empty as well. There are red-breasted robins on the ground, picking through blades of grass for worms I’m sure. And, a couple of tree swallows are in disagreement about something I am not privy to.

There is a pecking order as the birds congregate near the feeder that can be seen through my kitchen window, and my friends, ah... my friends the crows, sit atop the roof of the Garden room, quiet, while the finch eye them with suspicion.

The rain has stopped, and the drizzle has found itself a home elsewhere so I think it best if I refill the feeders now before frenzy erupts!
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