Keeping Little Creatures Alive

Our winter was mild here in New England until late January, and then all hell broke loose in the form of three huge snowfalls, cold, and more snowfalls of several inches.  It snowed practically every day.  When it didn't, we would race to the grocery store, drugstore, and pet store (cat food).  We also visited the various stores in our area that sold birdseed and suet.
 suet.  


It became obvious that if the neighborhood didn't feed the birds they would die.  We put seed and suet (in feeders) out on the front porch which was the only area not covered by 5-6 feet of snow.  The birds came and came and came.  Before the big snows, I had noticed a pair of Carolina Wrens hanging out in the stack of firewood on the front porch.  Once I had identified them, I became concerned because they eat bugs and insects and well, there weren't any except for a couple dead bugs I found in the house.

 

I thought about Mealy Worms,  but that seemed like it would be a hassle and maybe even an expensive hassle, so  I put a few chicken bones with little scraps of meat on them atop the woodpile and in a few chinks.  The wrens were observed pecking away.  It seemed kind of like cannabalism, but I continued to feed them from chicken and turkey bones and once some sauteed ground pork (with no salt or seasonings).  Of course the titmouse found some of the meat and the wrens also ate suet.

Many winter birds eat suet.

We've had hairy and downy woodpeckers, the titmice, juncos (lots of juncos), nuthatches (what we call the "Upside Down Bird,") and beaucoup chickadees. There's a sparrow or two which I haven't identified.  A small flock of turtle doves comes to eat, as do bluejays and cardinals.  Rabbits visit, and something gnaws the old gourd left over from Halloween.  The carrot tops have been ignored.  Of course the squirrels come and I have noticed that the chipmunks are no longer hibernating.  Hoping they don't move into the woodpile and displace the Carolina Wrens.  No doubt the corn will become more popular.  A couple of house finches have been seen on the feeder too. 

Carolina Wren

In addition to the feeders, we strew seed in the snow and all the porch railing.  When all the snow melts, there will be a couple pounds of sunflower seed hulls to sweep away.  They will probably make good mulch and soil conditioner. 
We haven't seen the flock of wild turkeys since fall, and I can only hope they are finding something to eat somewhere.  Last seen, the flock had twenty birds including one that is lame.

Do you feed the birds in winter?  We always do, but this year it's been a MISSION.

The upside down bird. 

Flown the Coop!

The Luna Moth came again last night to beat against the window

The big green Luna moth woke up from her all-day slumber on the window sill and beat against the window last night, but with much less energy than  before.  What is the most aggravating, galling saga of life on the slough is the fact that the birds are gone, well, not all of them, because there is a pair of hawks patrolling the woods and they've scared the bejesus out of my birdies.   Everyone is in hiding or even left the neighborhood and I worry about the deserted nests. Haven't seen my cardinal pair, or the catbird.  Goldfinches scarce, even the woodpeckers have left the suet for the big thieving raccoon who raids it every night.  Where are my titmice, chickadees and nuthatches?  Whither the mourning doves?  There's not even an English sparrow on the front feeder, much less the cute little pair of marsh sparrows.  Everyone mated up and then vamoosed.

The hawk swoops through the woods at least daily.  Haven't seen the hummer either, but I did scour the feeder and change the water yesterday.  One dove appeared in the bushes next to the front porch where I put out seed for the baby chipmunks.

In the middle of town last week, I saw a Kildeer far from any water.   And we have young geese (watch out for the hawks!) and  wild turkeys about.  And mosquitoes big time with all the #**! rain.  And sometime is eating all the oak leaves AND the newly set out petunias.  Sometimes being a gardener is for the birds.  Ooops!  They have all disappeared.  

I have been getting a manuscript ready to send to a publisher who may or may not like it.  Yesterday I did the dedication, acknowledgements, a one page bibliography of sources that "informed" the writing, and brief write-ups of the history and technology at the time of the novel.  These days, you can't assume anyone know jackshit.  Sorry, but it's true.

Can't wait to see the new Woody Allen movie, which doesn't explain all.  You have to know who Tom, Ernie, Gertrude and Scott are.  Do YOU? 

Grapeshot, in a somewhat bad mood which will soon pass.