Our Feathered Friends - June 1
There is usually a short period of time between broods. You should have seen him looking for the box. He landed on one of my tomato stakes and looked all around for his former home. A few minutes later, he left, so I was able to move the box about thirty feet from its last known position. A little later he came back and was sitting on the roof of his home. Like Elvis, that bird was all shook up.
There is one bird that used to be here in greater numbers, but with the destruction of its habitat, it has dwindled in numbers. I am talking about the Bob-white Quail. With the open hay field behind my house, I am seriously thinking about purchasing several where I can release them into the field. There is a minimum number that I must purchase, so maybe I can find another person or two that would not mind going in with me on the price. It would be great to hear the whistled “Bob-White” song here so close to home.
I have another good friend that I have asked to write me a story as a guest of our feathered friends. His knowledge of Purple Martins goes way on above me. My knowledge of birds goes to a little smarts on a large number of species.
I would love to hear from you as to what’s lurking about in your neighborhood and at your feeders. You can write me at 606 Fairview Ave, Lebanon. TN, 37087, or call me at 547-7371 or e-mail me at firstname.lastname@example.org