Mama Turkey … on Flickr.
My Mama Turkey returned, followed by her little poults. I couldn’t count how many babies there were … they were too busy running around in my natural conservation buffer!
She’s arrived!!! on Flickr.
She’s back … in all of her beautiful glory!!! My twenty-year-old hibiscus is now a small tropical tree … quite special for our Long Island climate where winters are sometimes harsh. When she arrives from the greenhouse, I know that summer is near …
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 …
Easter Sunday “Brunch”
As I was walking along my garden path, my arms laden with leftovers from the fridge, en route to offering an “Easter Brunch” to my ever-growing crow family … composed of the largest crows that I have ever seen … I was amazed at the stillness - not a bird or squirrel in sight!
And, then, I heard this strange sound and when I looked up, there were two magnificent hawks circling my wildlife garden … I suppose looking for their own “Easter Brunch.” I watched in awe as they circled and flew their dihedrals in the sky.
At first, I thought that they were two males fighting over their territory but my instinct said otherwise. I think they were a mating pair and the call was to me to “get out of my garden!!!”
Oh, no! He’s polyamorous!!! on Flickr.
My male pheasant is sure going to be tired!!!! … Although, I suspect, pleasantly - for this pheasant :)
A Gift from the Garden Fairies … on Flickr.
Mr. and Mrs. Pheasant ~ look hard … she’s in the back … to the left of the feeder.
I was devasted a few weeks ago when a careless speeding driver senselessly killed my resident male pheasant.
But my garden fairies - nurtured in a wildlife garden that is planted natively and free of chemicals - always send me the most precious gifts … This time a new pair of pheasants who will, hopefully, begin their mating season in my natural conservation bufffers!
My special doe … on Flickr.
She comes every evening and daintily nibbles at the cracked corn that I put out for all of my wildfriends. In fact, if the feeder is empty, I’m reminded that it’s time to fill it by her gentle stomps and snorts. I have planted native plants - especially viburnums - along the wodd’s edge especially for the deer. They are awesome creatures and I delight in sharing my garden with them!!!
A magnicent doe graces … on Flickr.
Oh DEER-Oh YES!!! My gentle doe wandering my wildlife garden paths!
