As an option, Owen hung a ceramic bird nest nearby, in hopes it will consider this alternative. We’ll see what happens, but the finch’s interest hasn’t waned.
I’m not sure of the identity of that higher bird, to the left.
In the same neighborhood, a female cardinal (the same one that’s tried to build in the andromeda bush the last two springs, perhaps) has taken to hanging out in the lower evergreen shrub next to the andromeda…which would be fine, if she could learn to be less skittish about our comings and goings. I always feel so bad for disturbing her.
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Another beautiful Cape Cod day here, nice and sunny and relatively warm, though it’s cooled off again now that it’s dark.
That oriole I’ve been hearing has been making himself more visible, singing around from tree to tree around the whole yard, but particularly, it seems, in the trees around the fringe of the back garden.
The apple tree is beginning to blossom this weekend, and you can see the bumblers have wasted no time in planning their visits.
Had another good day of work out there today. I planted a pair of small marigold patches, and then planted some seeds (alyssum, cosmos and bachelor buttons) and a few more of the gladiolas.
I got more weeding done in one of the beds further out in my arrangements, and was happy to discover most of the tree seedlings I planted for Arbor Day last year are leafing out nicely. As these seedlings are still all less than six inches in height, you’ll understand my enthusiasm.
And I also got the paths mowed and edged, so things are starting to look pretty nice out there.
I’ve been noticing a cowbird out in the back this past week, and also another, gray bird. And today, I realized that the gray one is a female cowbird (there’s also been a catbird hanging around, which was helping me to confuse the identity of this one), when I saw the two of them cavorting together in the apple trees.
I was just enjoying a quiet moment at the end of the work when he came splashing into one of the freshly-filled birdbaths. He had a pretty elaborate session and the sounds of his bathing attracted other attention.
Overhead, a this bluejay circled around and landed at another feeder, where he had a nice drink before flying off again.
Mr. Cowbird made quite a fuss about drying off after his bath, fluttering around near the sun-warmed upper branches of the apple trees, rubbing his beak on the tree branches.
Meanwhile, in another part of the forest, there were three turtles on Basking Log this afternoon. One splashed away before I even snapped a photo, but I managed to get closer than usual before the other two were disturbed.
And then there was one.
Further along the shore, an assortment of green frogs lay still in the shallow edges of the pond, waiting for bugs. It must be their hrrhm hrrhm hrrrhm we’ve been hearing for the last week or so.