I am enamored with these little creatures, birds, and I find myself having new and endearing experiences about them that have enriched my world.
Is it because I am so taken with them that it leaves my being wide open for all these new experiences? Is it because I am in nature day in and day out that I have become so in tune with the natural world, and hence, notice every little thing ? Is there a higher being that points to me and says, it's her, she understands, she's the one?
I am so taken with these industrious little creatures who build their intricate, artistic nests using what they have on hand, who fill our world with their song, and have freedom to fly the skies .
This past week I have noticed a sound coming from the grove of pines not far from our deck and often think , there must be a bird's nest in there, but once I look I find nothing. The last two days I have noticed a catbird flying lower to the ground and into the grove of pines.
Tonight, with the sun going down and no bright light as a glare, I peeked in again and sure enough, a NEST! The catbird waited high up in a nearby Sassafrass tree during my observations.
At first glance, I could see the nest was made of twigs, Beech leaves, white duck feathers, grapevines, a thin string unraveled from an old blue tarp, and a piece of yellow baling twine. Thank goodness for digital cameras, which allow me to stand on tip toes with camera held high and lens pointing down to get a glimpse of what else the nest is made of and perhaps of any occupants in the nest.
This is what I saw, each picture giving me more information, and melting my heart.
I also noticed a piece of a tan plastic grocery bag in the left corner ...also lots of wings!
How many birdies can you find?
Aren't they absolutely precious?
I have had so many cool bird experiences I haven't even written about yet. Perhaps I will include one bird tale each week lest this be considered just a bird blog :)