Our Village Home is a Bird Sanctuary…

100_9406

Evil Eye: One held still long enough for me to get a picture…

Now I know why the original horde of little birds had to move on. Mom and poppa birds are busy as little bees in our yard. Gives confirmation to the term, “The birds and the bees!” Those basic facts about sex that we use to?, maybe still use?, to pass on one version of the story of sexual reproduction, to our children…

Now that video made me feel a tidbit old…

Our yard has so many little chirping, hopping and hungry ankle biters in it, that I have to be seriously careful, doing anything in the yard. Especially the apple trees side. Somewhere in our four apple trees are at least two dozen Song Thrushes and Nightingales. This morning they chewed me out for disturbing them and they are scattered all over the apple trees. I watched momma birds, grab bugs and feed the monsters one at a time. These monsters can not fly yet, but they are eating worms and bugs whole and mom does not have to regurgitate the food. The apple trees are the nest right now and it is incredible…

Then as we walked down the hill and met the old set of monsters, it dawned on me why these were pushed away from our yard and thus, I studied about how many broods of birds we could have, with all the happy moms and dads in our village yard. We could have four this summer if the weather and conditions are correct…

The garden I planted has been well cared for and bugs are not an issue. Even stink bugs are being snapped up for the hungry monsters. Now the cherry trees are being worked over therefore, I have to get some picked today, before they eat them all. Looks like I have competition for the berries growing in the yard… 🙂

It sounds like a barroom brawl in the apple tress at dinner time. The little ones are all demanding and the moms are all wore out. Sometimes dad helps, but most of the time he plays guard and sings about what a super manly bird he is…

100_9408

Papa and he is upset at me for taking pictures…

Therefore, I have given up cutting the grass for now and going to let it grow again. For there are little monsters in the grass, in the trees, in the weeds, and I want them all to be safe…

Have a nice day and try to soar in something, just once today, like a bird does everyday…

Post by Kyle Keeton
Windows to Russia…

Addition for bird lovers. Here we sit like birds in the wilderness waiting to be fed…

About the Author

Russian_Village

A survivor of six heart attacks and a brain tumor, a grumpy bear of a man, whom has declared Russia as his new and wonderful home. His wife is a true Russian Sweet Pea of a girl and she puts up with this bear of a guy and keeps him in line. Thank God for my Sweet Pea and Russia.