No bird brain animals in my garden – the Andalusia Star-News
The blinds were open on the veranda. The sun was flooding the room. As I sat at the breakfast table with teary eyes and without my glasses, I noticed two rods a few feet from the backyard fence. Something dark was next to them. Two rods? Something dark? I knew they weren’t there the day before. I blinked. Yes, I still had watery eyes. Whatever stems and whatever dark thing, they stayed in place.
I grabbed the binoculars that I kept close by the table. Ah ha! I spotted my target. The stems were ears protruding from the head of a brown bunny tailed rabbit. The dark object about a foot away was another rabbit. They stood still until the one with the stick ears jumped up behind a pile of dirt. Appearing indifferent, the other soon followed.
I sighed enjoying the serene view, but at that moment something evil crept into this so-called backyard paradise, taking the form of a cat plagued by a piece of feathers. . That morning, I interrupted a beautiful plump feline who had invited himself in. The sly animal was ready to pounce on an unsuspecting bird in some bushes. I hissed at him and clapped my hands until he reluctantly stepped out of the fence.
Suddenly, as I lingered over dessert at lunchtime, there was a flurry in the cherry treeâ¦ a blue and white flash, followed by a roar of red drifting through the branches. Two handsome cardinals had a fiery blue jay on the run. It seemed that the bully old Blue Jay had met his equal. Later, one of them landed near a feeder and began to peck at the bits of food that some finches had spilled on the ground. A perky male cardinal entered and posted himself near the jay. Not once has the jay defied his authority. I enjoyed this, as I have often seen blue jays disturbing an otherwise peaceful flock of birds feasting in the feeders in my garden.
Someone told me that hummingbirds show up at feeders when certain flowers are in bloom. Since I haven’t brought out my buzzing feeders this year, I look forward to some action on them in 2022. In the meantime, the bright red and yellow feeder has not gone unnoticed. A bird that I couldn’t identify jumped onto one of the small perches, took a look, and flew away. Maybe he’ll come back and watch the hummers, like a rose-breasted grosbeak I read in a magazine. He kept coming back and watching hummingbirds feeding from an inverted glass bottle with a spout until he learned the technique. Then he successfully flew over the manger and took out the candy; liquid with his tongue.
Watching, hearing, and witnessing such antics performed by creatures and birds in my backyard, terms like “stupid animals” and “brain bird” don’t mean the same to me anymore.