Melody Hendrix
A Time to Live
Birds
Do you have a favorite bird at the Zoo?

Melody Hendrix
A Time to Live
Do you have a favorite bird at the Zoo?
Guest Post
Patricia Franklin
We have not had any birds in our yard since about July when that old chicken hawk took residence in our neighborhood. We have had suet in our feeder all these months and no one came. We even had snow a couple of times and no one came. We had 4 inches of snow the other day, so my husband put out some bird seed in our other feeder. Still they did not come…. finally I saw one or two of the little snow birds with their black hoodies and galoshes on their feet. They came and went so quickly, I thought I was dreaming. Then yesterday I saw one of the little black and white woodpeckers at the suet feeder. He and his mate used to live here all the time. I was so happy to see him.
This morning while I was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee, I opened the curtains and there was a party going on out there…. the sparrows, the little red headed finches and the snow birds, along with a couple of doves are at the birdseed and are squabbling over it like they normally do. Three little squirrels are gathering up the remaining seeds from the ground. Christmas is finally here!
A Few Thoughts
Patricia Franklin
Our friend Patricia Franklin wrote me this week. Here’s what she had to say about the robin that nests in her back yard-DiVoran
Sorry I have not answered your newsy letter…. and thanks so much for the interesting article on birds! I guess they live and thrive by instinct, but I think they have a built in intelligence too, that we do not understand. I think I mentioned that we have a robin’s nest in our back yard. I have been waiting and watching for a couple of weeks for the 1st hatchling. I usually sit out on the patio chair, I water my flowers, etc. and sometimes I talk to the robins if they are around. They have found out that we do not bother them, in fact, I chased some intruders away the other day. Do you think they bond with us in some way? Here is what happened today.
We were sitting in the kitchen having a cup of tea after supper, with the patio door open, when I heard this scratching and tapping on the patio cement right outside. I turned my head, and there right in front of the door was the mother robin tapping a little blue eggshell on the cement. I got up and walked over to the door and said something like, ” Well, I have been wondering when you were going to hatch the first one. I’m so happy for you.” She actually strutted around, back and forth in front of me for a little while and then went flying off to her nest, leaving the eggshell for us. Is that uncanny or what? Am I reading too much into this? I do feel a bond with them, and maybe they feel it too. It was the highlight of my weekend! (Hey, I’m pretty simple and easy to please!)
My Take
DiVoran Lites
Painted buntings come for lunch
Four pair, an intrepid bunch
Flitting in and out all day
Purple, orange, red, blue, hurray.
Female bunting quiet green
Among the leaves, cannot be seen.
Our friend, Patricia Franklin is back to share a story about Snow Birds and if you live in Florida or Arizona, they aren’t people from up north!~Enjoy, Onisha.
A Few Thoughts
Patricia Franklin
I don’t know what the bird’s official name is, but I have always called them snow birds. They show up outdoors in the winter when everything and everyone else runs for cover from the snow and cold. Late December or early January they show up to spend the winter near our birdfeeder. They are hearty little fellows and very striking against the white snow with their dark heads and back, buff colored bellies and black little “snow boots.” They are about the size of a sparrow and join the little red headed finches and sparrows at the feeder.
Ruby Crowned Kinglet
Nuthatch
My Take
DiVoran Lites
I hear the cardinal's, "Tu-tu-tu." I know exactly what he'll do. He calls his mate; they build a nest, she lays the eggs, and there they rest. I hear the chuck-will's widow sing. I know her song is praising Spring. I listen to her in the night, And all my fright takes off in flight. I listen to the dove's soft sound and sense that peace is all around. I'll listen to what God will say to me through birds (and you) today.
I think I may have discovered a hidden treasure. While visiting with a friend’s mom we began discussing books and this lead to writing which led to the discovery that she has been writing for years. Of course I pounced at the chance to have her as a guest on our blog. So today I am sharing with you Louise Gibson, a friend and poet who has a delightful sense of humor Onisha
Trade Off
Pigeons are not on my list of favorite creatures
They destroy my peace of mind.
The feeder in my yard was dwarfed
By pigeons of every kind.
They came each day and flapped their wings
As they fought for a position.
The feeder was too small, you see,
Which affected their disposition.
My patio used to be a place
Of quietness and contentment
Until the pigeons came in droves
And filled me with resentment.
“Lord” I cried, “I need your help
I cannot stand their spats.”
The Lord obliged, to my chagrin
And sent instead eight cats.
No squirrels, no birds, they fled in fear-
The cats you see, do domineer.
Now you find no pigeons on Chipola
God sent them all to Lake Eola!