Friday, November 15, 2013

I Love the Nuthatch

We have a bird feeder hanging from a tree limb in our front yard. While I’m getting ready for the day I look out the window and watch the little guys going back and forth from the feeder to my makeshift bird bath. They’re so sweet and if I ever get locked up in a nursing home they can put me in front of the birdhouse and I’ll be all right all day long.
There are many different birds that come and go. Mostly sparrows and the odd flicker or dove. Flickers are the P-51 of the bird world. Doves are like a Douglas DC-3, those elegant silver vintage aircraft. Sparrows fly in under the radar with their modest color. I wish I could attract a bird of prey like an eagle. Now wouldn’t that be a sight! I’d probably faint. All the other birds would faint, too. But eagles don’t go for the nuts and seeds. We won’t see any today or even tomorrow.

The bird I really like is the nuthatch. It looks like gravity means nothing to them. They’re the spidermen of my bird world. At our house as through most California we see the white-breasted Nuthatch (Sitta carolinensis). It is a stocky bird, with a large head, short tail, powerful bill and strong feet. The upperparts are pale blue-gray, and the face and underparts are white. It has a black cap and a chestnut lower belly. I love how it feeds upside down on our feeder. I just love to try to imagine what its world is like going head first down the side of the feeder.

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