|Our Feathered Friends - Aug. 1|
|Wednesday, August 1, 2012|
If questions cost a nickle, I could buy enough bird seed to get me through winter. Everyone have been asking me, where are the Hummers hiding? Finally after what seems like an eternity, some are starting to show up at my feeders. I am not sure what caused the birds to be as scarce as they have been, but the weather had to take part of the blame. You would think that heat would be no problem, since most of our Hummers spend the winter months down in South America. I'm told you can walk into the jungle canopy for one minute and then you can take off your shirt and wring water from it.
Today after church, one of my newer bird friends was telling me about her three Hummingbird feeders staying busy. Felicia Drake, who lives out the Old Hunters Point Pike, has what must seem a complete plethora of wild birds. One of her shepherd hooks supports a bird feeder that sits just off the ground, where a flock of Wild Turkeys can take advantage of it.
I've never heard this before, but someone told Felicia that if you sprayed Pam, the non-stick cooking spray, on your Hummer feeder that it would keep wasps away. Just maybe, it would make the surface to slick to hold on to. I wonder which flavor works best!
My good friend, Sara Yahola, a.k.a. BC, sent me an e-mail with a list of things she keeps out for our feathered friends and more. Of course, Sara feeds the black-oil sunflower seed, as well as safflower seed which the Cardinals seem to like best. She will buy, at a discount, fruit which is on the verge of going bad and chop it up to go along with her usual menu. Common Crows took down her thistle feeder, so now they are replaced with thistle socks. For the last eight years, Sara has been raising her own meal worms, which she first purchased from Garr’s, to compliment the baby Bluebirds hatched in her nesting boxes. I told Sara, that if I die and come back, maybe as a bird, I will seek out her yard and stay there. The kind of luck I have, I would probably be a starling, someone shoot me!
My last brood of Bluebirds were out and about where the parents had them sitting on another bird box that was empty. It seemed that they were in a line waiting to see who brought whom something to eat next. That makes a total of 16 fledglings for the year which will be looking to mate and pass their genes on next year. I guess you could say that I'm a proud grandfeather. There is no such word, but it will work for me.
There are still readers that ask for my “Hummer juice” formula. One part sugar to four parts hot water. I was out to the Cedars of Lebanon State Park where the Pelican statue keeps vigil over the flower garden. I am happy to report that Wayne Ingram finally got the “Hummer juice” right. I asked him why he had stopped using the red mix and he said that I would worry him to death if he hadn't. That worked!
Have you ever seen what you thought was a small Hummingbird, only to discover that it is not a bird at all. Back over at the old house, I had night-blooming Primrose that you could sit and watch the blooms open right before you eyes each evening. I found a Hummingbird Moth that would patrol the area right before dark. He looked very strange and you could almost set your clock by his arrival.
I don't know if I will have a spot at the Wilson County Fair this year, but I plan on having my camera handy so I can put your picture in The Wilson Post. If you spot me, I will get your picture. Hope to see you there.