Ann's Bird Blog: December 2014

Monday, December 22, 2014

White-Breasted Nuthatch

I was working at the kitchen sink this afternoon, glanced out the window at the feeders--and got a quick glance at a white-breasted nuthatch! A first at our feeders at this house, the first one I 've seen since being in Missouri in about 2003, and the first at any feeder since Mountain Creek Road in the late '80s. It returned about twenty minutes later and I got a much better look. A real treat on a dreary December day!

We've already seen a brown-headed nuthatch this winter, about three times, so--if we could just get a red-breasted, it would complete the trio. Never had that happen before.

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Feeder Update

Had a brown-headed nuthatch and a ruby-crowned kinglet last weekend.

The weather was unseasonably warm yesterday; I have noticed that the level of seed in the feeders is directly proportional to the temperature. When it's warmer, the level stays higher. There are more bugs out to eat.

I am determined to try to see if we have any hairy woodpeckers this year. I've always assumed that all the woodpeckers (but the red-bellied) are downy; however, there may be an occasional hairy also.

I am also determined to see if we have any purple, not just house, finches. There is supposed to be an invasion this year. We may also get siskins again this winter.

How This Bird-Watching Happened

I'm always a little self-conscious and reticent about telling people that I like to watch birds. Somehow that hobby conjures up pictures of little old women in khaki shorts and boots, peering through binoculars at some little spot in the woods. Maybe wearing a pith helmet.

But birdwatching is something that really brought my husband and me together in the early years of our marriage. He was a huge hunter; I had never picked up a gun. We were very different. But we discovered that we were quite a team about birdwatching - I was the bookworm about them, and he had the outdoors knowledge to pick up sounds and motion in the woods. We kept lists and watched everywhere we went. I picked up some of his extensive knowledge about wildlife. And it was fascinating.

Even after our son was born, we still could keep up with this hobby somewhat. Our home had a great shelf feeder, directly out of our second-story bedroom window, that was about fifty yards from woods and stream. So we had great variety coming directly to our house.

After moving to Mike's hometown, the hobby waned. Two children, not a good location for much variety at a feeder, not as easy to take trips, either short or long ones. So it became an occasional thing rather than a main focus.

On our trip to the northwest, fourteen years ago, we put fifteen new species on our lists and got excited about it once again. And on our recent California trip, we got a few more.

Now that our children are gone, we're intent on watching birds again. It is still bringing us together. And we don't even need khaki shorts or pith helmets.