male Rose-breasted Grosbeak |
Above is a male Rose-breasted Grosbeak --which visited us on October 10, on his way south for the winter. I thought (since we were on our long trip during much of September) that I had missed their visit this year. Luckily, this guy stopped by --so I got his picture. They look so different in Fall --as compared to their brilliant black and red/rose colors which we see in May (on their way north).
female Rose-breasted Grosbeak. |
male Northern Cardinal |
male Downy Woodpecker |
White-breasted Nuthatch |
A Carolina Chickadee |
Tufted Titmouse |
Goldfinches |
Other regulars to our feeders (which I hope to get photos of soon) are: Red-bellied Woodpeckers, Pileated Woodpeckers, Northern Flicker Woodpeckers, Bluebirds (which I LOVE), and Carolina Wrens.
Once it gets cold (and hopefully snowy), we will see Dark-eyed Juncos. Our Robins will come to the feeders also when it gets really cold outside. The Bluejays and Mourning Doves are gone now---but will be back in spring, along with the Brown Thrashers. As I've said many times, we have a great group of Backyard Birds here.
Hope you are enjoying December, despite the heartaches around us. Merry Christmas!
Hugs,
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Here is a cute poem/story sent to me by a friend in Texas... Thought you would enjoy it.
Do Birds Have Christmas?
On a chilly Christmas morn, as I looked out the window
at a crystal coat of frost on the Mulberry tree,
I saw a sudden movement, like a darting shadow,
that quickly transformed, into a happy Chickadee.
A thought crossed my mind, as I watched this little friend.
Could I learn the truth, from a fine-feathered brother?
If the Chickadee could talk, my ear he would bend.
Do you birds have Christmas, or is this day just another?
I watched, and listened, for action and sound.
Suddenly, a Brown Creeper, diving with speed
halted its plunge, a foot from the ground,
to peck at some old suet covered with seed.
More tiny friends appeared, to my delight.
The tree filled with blacks, reds and yellows
as Goldfinch and Cardinals arrived in a flight.
Do birds have Christmas? Tell me, little fellows.
Some Juncos flew in, these darts of slate.
They were hopping and jumping like children at recess,
while they fed on some seeds with the ground as their plate.
Do they know of Christmas? I can only guess.
I pushed close to the window with my forehead,
as nuthatches and woodpeckers joined in the throng.
All colors of feathers, white, black, yellow and red;
each different, but the same, all getting along.
I sneaked open the window, and heard them all sing,
At last to my mind came all the right words.
It was as clear as their chorus, a choir on the wing.
Birds don’t have Christmas, Christmas has birds!
By Mick Zerr-- Christmas Morning 2005
On a chilly Christmas morn, as I looked out the window
at a crystal coat of frost on the Mulberry tree,
I saw a sudden movement, like a darting shadow,
that quickly transformed, into a happy Chickadee.
A thought crossed my mind, as I watched this little friend.
Could I learn the truth, from a fine-feathered brother?
If the Chickadee could talk, my ear he would bend.
Do you birds have Christmas, or is this day just another?
I watched, and listened, for action and sound.
Suddenly, a Brown Creeper, diving with speed
halted its plunge, a foot from the ground,
to peck at some old suet covered with seed.
More tiny friends appeared, to my delight.
The tree filled with blacks, reds and yellows
as Goldfinch and Cardinals arrived in a flight.
Do birds have Christmas? Tell me, little fellows.
Some Juncos flew in, these darts of slate.
They were hopping and jumping like children at recess,
while they fed on some seeds with the ground as their plate.
Do they know of Christmas? I can only guess.
I pushed close to the window with my forehead,
as nuthatches and woodpeckers joined in the throng.
All colors of feathers, white, black, yellow and red;
each different, but the same, all getting along.
I sneaked open the window, and heard them all sing,
At last to my mind came all the right words.
It was as clear as their chorus, a choir on the wing.
Birds don’t have Christmas, Christmas has birds!
By Mick Zerr-- Christmas Morning 2005
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On another note, I feel the need to say something about the horrible tragedy which happened in Connecticut last week. One of my friends (Donna) wrote an incredible post for ALL of us. I found myself --while reading blogs and Facebook on Friday---getting upset at some of us jumping to conclusions and placing BLAME in specific ways... This incident could happen anywhere/anytime ---and it will continue to happen unless we ALL bring God front and center in our lives, and start living the types of lives which God would intend us to live. We have a society problem, a cultural one --a FAMILY one. Let's all continue to pray for our country... Please read Donna's blog (click HERE). Let's all take a deep breath and be ONE NATION --uniting together to make each of us better.