Yard Birds

Journal entries.

November 17, 2018. 05:57. 20cm of snow showed up unbidden yesterday, yuck. But — ! Chickadees, White-throated Sparrows, Nuthatches, Pigeons, Mourning Doves, Cardinals, Goldfinches — and an Evening Grosbeak! It sat quietly in the maple above the feeder, watching the other birds, and then flew off. I didn’t even know what it was, but was able to identify it by its bright yellow bill, and its colours as it flew past the upstairs window where I stood enjoying the scene.

November 18. 06:32. A Fox Sparrow at the bird feeder yesterday! And a pair of crows. 11:30. And a Junco today.

November 21. 06:03. So, my list of bird-feeder visitors: 1. Chickadees. 2. Red-breasted Nuthatches. 3. Goldfinches. 4. Purple Finches. 5. White-throated Sparrows. These can all fit through the bars of the feeder, although the White-throats are just as happy on the ground.

6. Juncos. 7. Pigeons. 8. Mourning Doves. 9. Fox Sparrows. 10. Cardinals. 11. Crows. These ones all eat on the ground. 12. An Evening Grosbeak. Dunno if it ate anything before I saw it.

13:00. 13. An American Tree Sparrow. The white wing bar is visible from the upstairs window without binoculars. It moves quickly over the ground and is smaller than the White-throats, who in turn are smaller than the Fox Sparrows.

November 22. 12:24. 14. House Finch! Pink on forehead, bib, and bottom, otherwise sparrow-coloured.

January 10, 2019. 05:15. 15. A Pine Siskin, my first ever, at the feeder yesterday! A bundle of streaks with Goldfinch-like wing bars and a notched tail. It wouldn’t sit still, one moment on the tray, the next clinging to the cylinder, eating, eating, eating seed after seed. When I looked up information later, I learned that Pine Siskins can stuff a tenth of their body weight into their crop to nibble on during the night; so it wasn’t eating, it was just grocery shopping when I saw it.

The Non-improvement Resolution

From my journal. January 3, 2019. 06:15. Got the new blog up and running yesterday, whaling away at it from around 09:00 till 15:00, till my head felt inflated, not from pride, more like the way eyes get puffy from overtiredness. Are the letters of my name on my card overtired — maybe from carrying all that story material?

Anyway, emailed Moira about “A Moment For Moira.” The tagline, which WordPress cooed would take only two minutes to dream up, did come surprisingly easily: “Because she missed my writing.”

Used a letter to a friend as the basis for my first post. The letter mentions Fear Sharks, so that would be the obvious next post.

Or I could write about the words on my card, clarifying that they are facts, not goals, and consistent facts as well, probably lifelong ones, not occasional ones such as “kind-hearted,” which I crossed out as soon as I had penciled it on my possibilities list.

Is that my New Year’s Goal, then, to sort my real self from my ultimately disappointing wishes for other-selfness — a better homemaker, a published writer, a kinder person, for example? Oooo, this is scary stuff — I might well be on the brink of maturity. Or worse, happiness.

Just be who I am — that’s easy — and my best me, because it’s my real me, will become shinier with the polishing? I could live with that. I think. Let’s see what the year holds.