HeyJaredNaturally Al Batt
A wonderful day outside leaves a wonderful feeling inside. Everyone has a story. That’s true of all creatures great and small. The love of birds and their stories can change a person. Take me. My wife claims I haven’t always looked like a sandhill crane.
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I’m being paid peanuts to maintain a birdbath (opens the original)
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NaturallyThe morning was eerily quiet. A cold rain had cast a cloak of silence over my world. Then the hush was punctured by the outraged calls of blue jays. They had likely found the perch of a Cooper’s hawk.I put out some sunflower seeds because every feeder looks better covered in birds. A chickadee arrived at the feeders shortly thereafter. The tiny bird is an emblem of optimism. My happy kicked in.A fledgling goldfinch used a voice sweet enough to be spread on toast, while asking to be fed
Blue jays are the information booths of the yard (opens the original)
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NaturallyBlue jays, the information booths of the yard, tell everyone what is going on.Some leaves tumble to the ground as a fall preview.I’ve been enjoying insect sounds. Crickets and katydids rub their forewings together to produce sound. Grasshoppers rub their hind legs against their forewings. Cicadas have a special organ called a tymbal on the side of a male cicada’s abdomen that flexes to produce mating calls.I was bitten by things that weren’t there. Minute pirate bugs usually cause those
Dancing pelican shadows (opens the original)
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Naturally One shadow segued into another. I paused in my walk across a parking lot to watch a flock of circling pelicans that were creating the shadows dancing past me on the pavement. I stared up and then down in wonder and gratitude for the shared moment. It’s the season of the yellow. Yellow sunflowers, goldenrods and sulphur butterflies. The fields yellow and tree leaves flash yellow. I see the yellow sulphur butterflies in hay fields (especially alfalfa and clover), prairies, and on roadsid
Is your mosquito repellent attracting mosquitoes? (opens the original)
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Naturally Black-capped chickadees are frequenting my feeders. First, I applauded, and then I declared it a national holiday. They had been the Bigfoot of birds in my yard. No means by their size, but by the lack of documented sightings in my yard all winter and spring. I don’t know where they were, but they weren’t in my yard. I missed them. I thought they had become invisible, but I didn’t hear them. You have to love a tiny bird whose call echoes its name. The Journal of Experimental Biology pu
I’d climb more trees if my feet were zygodactyl (opens the original)
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Naturally I fawned over a falcon—a tiny American kestrel hunting grasshoppers from a utility wire. A timid fawn ate fallen crabapples until the flights of a blue jay and a mourning dove frightened it. I heard the comforting hum of a bumble bee, a sound signifying a day of lovely weather. A killdeer ran on ahead. Killdeer may produce two broods each year. If they do, the male protects the first brood while the female lays and incubates her eggs. The occasional second brood is most often the resul
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