Tulip Trees and Turkeys    I have both!

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A wildlife garden coming alive …

Gray catbirds have swooped into the garden. They are everywhere!

My American goldfinches have shed their dreary gray-green feathers for vibrant yellow ones accented here and there by ebony. Breath-taking!

Bluejays are screaming … red cardinals are racing from feeder to feeder … my tiny woodpeckers are enjoying fresh suet … my wildlife garden has come alive!!!

The Cry of a Bluejay …

I am sad … so sad … A neighbor cut down major trees in his natural conservation buffers - against the covenants and restrictions of my community. But I shall not rant about that … it’s too late …

A distraught bluejay high up in the trees lining my driveway was watching the devastation and calling for help. Her nest was in one of those huge trees that were felled in an instant. There was no denying her plaintive cry. My heart hurts for her … 

How many other nests were destroyed today? How many baby squirrels and baby birds died simply because some imbecile decided to destroy protected habitat simply because he didn’t like the way old trees look?

Some days, I don’t much like people …

Midsummer Sunday morning …

Just after dawn, I found a fledgling and motionless bluejay on my terrace, probaby stunned from flying into the window. Emmie Lou, the wild cat, was sitting next to him, a quizical look on her face. I watched for a minute or so, glad to see that my wild cat was not such a good hunter. Perhaps, my plan to keep her well fed with gourmet cat food is working.

I gently picked up the bluejay, warmed him and put him in my bird holding cage and within an hour or so, he was vigorously flapping his wings. Time to be released … time for that lump in my throat … that feeling of awe I always experience … as I watch another wild thing fly skyward.

American goldfinches, brown thrashers, gray titmice, black and white chickadees and red cardinals fill my early morning garden … their colors aglow in the early morning sun … a beautiful contrast to the pinks, yellows, whites and purples of my native flowers.

Noontime finds the swallowtails - black and tiger - dining on my butterfly bushes. The monarchs appeared today - gliding and swooping, diving and soaring. Hardly stopping to alight on the tip of a flower, they seem to be enamored of the pure freedom of flight!

Later on as I sit quietly, a pair of baby rock doves … mourning doves … plays on my terrace not too far from me while baby bluejays scream loudly for their dinner. Grackles are noisily bathing on the ledges of the waterfall and the sun seems to be highlighting the hydrangeas that cascade over the pond.

A bunny is nibbling on clover. The turkey poults are getting big and are enjoying the cracked corn. An exuberant chipmunk is darting out from underneath the flowers …

Heaven for me in my garden of eden …