We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Our House Wrens flew in last night. We have about three pairs around the place, and they let you know when they arrive with their loud chatter. This means warblers are arriving too, but I haven't had a chance to look around yet.
I think the wrens have been here for a while--they seldom come close enough to the house to be sure.
But there was one in the grape just outside my window yesterday.
Gold Finches in full Summer Parade Dress uniforms.
Chipping sparrows taking over where the Chickadees have largely moved on.
Boattails, Blue Jays, and Cardinals (and Mourning doves, and squirrels) keeping the bird tray (Half sheet of plywood-with-moulding-sides mounted on the rail of one of the decks) staffed.
I think there may be two black squirrels on-staff this year.
Laurence F. Sheldon, Jr.
I've lived in my present home for 20yrs. Every year when the robins returned they set up home over a window at the rear of the house. I always tried to discourage them, but they always won out, so we had bugs and a steady stream of robin crap rolling down the window. Last spring I was in the process of putting an extention on the back of the house, covering up their favorite nesting spot. During their nesting period the construction was in the framing stage and I continually had to climb up into the roof trusses to pull their nests down. We didn't want to close in the nesting birds. This year the extention is completed and the robins are still trying to set up a nest on my porch lights. Every morning, at least twice, I go out and pull down a half completed nest.
What is this powerful force that makes the robins return to the same nesting areas year after year? Is it instinctual or genetic? These are many generations of birds over 20 years. I guess only God knows because he designed them.