Got up with bright and sunny conditions this morning at a balmy 72 degrees. Birds in the neighborhood were singing their best songs, looking forward to nesting season. I have noticed that my feeder birds have the look of love in their feathers. Hormones in their bodies have given their feathers a deeper color. Of course this just applies to the males of the species, while the females retain the dull look all year long.
The male Northern Cardinal is in a loving mood, taking a seed in his beak and opening it, to give to the bird that will raise his family. The same thing is going on with my House Finch. Love is in the air. My Eastern Bluebirds already have six eggs in it and mom and dad will have their hands, I mean beaks full trying to raise that many.
Anthony Gray was a tapping on my front door at eight on the spot this morning. We thought we might drive somewhere that we have never been for a change so we headed north on Highway 231. I figured we would take a right or left just before we got to the Cumberland River Bridge, wrong. On out to the Crossroads of Highway 231 and 25, we blew straight on through that one too. If I had taken a twenty minute nap at this point, I would have awaken in the middle of Scottsville Kentucky.
As we crossed the Tennessee, Kentucky state line we had a Red-tailed Hawk pass us by on out right side. This bird of prey knows no invisible state lines, as we would on a map. He had a little company while he was there, a few Black Vultures enjoying a double helping of Jack Rabbit surprise.
We headed off onto Kentucky route 100, which is Mennonite Country. These smart people do not waste anything at all. They even place out several Bluebird boxes that help keep the bugs away from their crops. This sure beats the usage of chemical bug killers.
Just about anywhere you look, you will find Purple Martin houses with plenty birds to go around. If you drive through there, you will find lots of Martins living in the gourd houses. These are lightweight and easy to hang up.
Other birds found in Scottsville were Field Sparrows, Chipping Sparrows, Tufted Titmouse and Collared Doves. Most of these are the same found in my own backyard. Headed back to Lebanon, we stopped off at the Snow White Drive-in for a Hamburger fix.
Later that same day, Diana Bright and I drove out to the old Blowed Out Bridge on South Dickerson Road. I kind of wished that I had brought my fishing rod with us as I love to fish. We watched as an Air Boat spooked a Great Blue Heron as it made its approach to the boat Ramp. I wish that I could hitch a ride on that one.
I was sitting on the table getting my left big toe worked on by my Wound Care person, Bobby Sobieszczyk when we got to talking about birds. Bobby seems to know quite a bit on birds and takes pride in feeding them at his home.
I would love to hear from you as to what's lurking about in your neighborhood and at your Feeders. You can write me at, 606 Fairview Ave., Lebanon, TN, 37087, or e-mail me at, email@example.com