Our Feathered Friends - June 8
One thing for sure, my camera went with me so I could share the nest with you. There was only one egg left in the nest which must have been infertile. Robins usually lay only four eggs which is just the right amount for the nest size. When the youngsters hatch and there are one or two eggs that don’t, Robins will leave the eggs in the nest so the surviving birds will have some support as they would be flopping around inside the nest without it.
Jimmy and Barbara Byrd sent a photo for me to identify for them. They thought they had a Scarlet Tanager in their yard. After looking at the photo, it was a Summer Tanager that was there. I did send them a photo of a Scarlet so they could see the difference.
Vester Haynes also called the other day telling me that she enjoyed our feathered friends. Vester lives across from Jo “Granny” Grafton and enjoys the plethora of birds that show up for lunch there.
There are still a few Mulberries on the tree, probably owing to the fact that most all the birds are eating Cicadas. A male Robin caught one out by the garden and here comes his two offspring fighting dad for the tasty morsel. He didn’t give it to either youngster and ate it for himself. The bugs have quieted down and soon will be history, probably to everybody’s enjoyment. I do believe that in four more years, we will have the seventeen year variety here. Another thought for me personally will be the next time they emerge; I will be 73 years old. Now that scares me more than the noise generated by the thousands here at home.
I ran into Polly Mitchell at a well known department store last Saturday. She was purchasing a small Hummingbird feeder and some of the stuff that I preach about every time, the kind with the red food coloring. I worked with Polly for many years at Hartmann Luggage. I told her that she could make her own Hummer juice a lot cheaper and my recipe for the good stuff is one part granulated sugar to four parts hot water. That store bought mix will always remain on my “don’t use” list.
Anthony Gray caught me leaving Peking Chinese Restaurant and was laughing about last week’s article where we were at the mercy of Willy Taylor. It would have been fun if we could repeat the fishing trip, in somebody else’s car.
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 37087 or call me at 547-7371 or e-mail me at firstname.lastname@example.org