Sunny day, warm weather and I spent the last half hour sitting out on my porch with my next door neighbor, Francis, talking about lawn mowing, hay growing, birds nesting, different kinds of tree blossoms…etc,etc. This is nice.
If you are going to be retired, I can’t think of a better place. It’s a great place to write and develop theatre projects (John Case and I are working on an updated
version of Odets’ “Waiting for Lefty” which will include contemporary references and some music… we’ll be performing it at The Folly sometime this summer.) It’s also wonderful for gardening and other outdoor activities.
There’s a whole different kind of concerns out here than there is in the closer suburbs… the weather relates more to how the land operates than to what you’ll wear and how you will move around. Rain out here is is a prized phenomenon (and we expect some this afternoon and tomorrow.)
And now that winter has been eliminated by an early spring, it looks like things will get even better.
I’m pretty sure it’s the same one since there are several others around but none of them seems concerned with the route we are taking. This one jumps from bush to bush to stay within 5′ to 10′ ahead us as we walk.
I’ve named him Nik-Nik after the sound he makes (which I imitate back to him) between chirps (I fear I am a lousy chirper.)
Now that we’re over a week since the first time he walked with us (I think he really comes out when he sees us walk out of the front door of the house), I’ll be disappointed if he’s not there tomorrow.
For two days now, as I’ve taken Byron and Nestle on their walk around the neighborhood, there has been this bird.. a red-winged blackbird, that has been following us, going from perch to perch. Once or twice it has suspended itself in the air a few feet above us chirping and, I think, trying to get our attention.
It started yesterday when I heard this guy (it’s a male, according to the birdwatching directory) doing two different kinds of chirps… one lower tone that sounds like a click, and a higher tone that is a louder call. At first I started imitating the click… then the high chirp… and I could swear this bird started talking back.
He began following us as we shared chirps and went from bush to bush as we walked around the little drainage pond near the house.
This morning as I walked the dogs I heard the chirps behind me, turned around and saw what must have been the same bird sitting on our road sign. I did the clicks and chirps again and he followed us on our walk once more…flying away as we headed back to the house.
- There’s my clicky… (ask.metafilter.com)
- Ungrateful Man (bigskyken.wordpress.com)
- The Birds… the Freaking Birds (skdickey.wordpress.com)
- What’s Red and Winged and Black all over? A Red Winged Blackbird! March 29, 2011 (slowbirding.wordpress.com)
- Thousands of dead birds picked up in Ark. town (hosted.ap.org)
- 2,000 Blackbirds Fall Dead in Central Arkansas (brainz.org)
- No poison found in birds that fell on Ark. town (msnbc.msn.com)
- 100,000 Fish And 5,000 Birds Die In Arkansas On New Years Day Mystery [Video] (realestateradiousa.com)
- Quesion of the day: What killed all the birds? (capitolhillblue.com)
- Shower of dead birds: apocalypse or accident? (newscientist.com)