Starlings, the Bullies

 

 

Starlings, the Bullies

 

 

 

This week was not as productive in observing Song Birds, but it was very eventful. On the chilly Monday morning I had the chance to wake up early and go out to the spot where I observe the birds. The odd thing about it is that no birds came to the feeder I found it kind of odd so I go back in my house and get ready for school. As I head out the door and walk down the street I see a bluebird and I got as close to it as I can without spooking the poor little creature and then another and another came flying into the cedar's and the pines. The  big tall pine soon turned from a blue-green color to a deep sea blue. The blue birds suddenly turned into a flock resembling the waves of the sea.

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The morning after Monday the wind picked up with no chance of seeing the birds feeding at all.

 

 

      The Wednesday I woke up in time for school, I get an unexpected visit from a bird I never thought I would see during my observation, a female northern woodpecker. It was such a sight to see the woodpecker gallantly gliding across from tree to tree in search of insects in the hollows. The light brown color disappeared into the morning sunlight with just glimpses of the spotted wings of the wood pecker. I begin to look if there was any nest around that could belong to the woodpecker but no nest's were seen. Woodpeckers don't really have a song like a song bird does but the thumping on the trees is very a distinctive sound for a wood pecker and contributes to the sound of the my mornings.

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   Thursday, Friday, and Saturday I come across a problem I confronted two weeks ago that problem is starlings. Thursday was very loud in the tree where the feeder is located I head out side and the ground is full of starlings picking at the sparrows and enjoying the fallen thistle. The problem with these is that if the starlings get to the feeder first than the American and Lesser gold finches or the warbler's and house finches they will hog the spot and not any other bird near. On Friday as loud and chatter blasted as usual the starlings bring the whole family to the feeder. Of course I did not want these birds interrupting my bird watching so I take away the feeder on Saturday to see if the will leave but the starlings weren't at the feeder for food they just wanted to bully other birds and not let others get by without a huge fight. A Western warbler pair fly by and land on the bird house as soon as they poked their heads in a gang of starlings kick them out so to be fair I also scared all the starlings away and prevented them from coming back to the feeder because the feeder was strictly for the song birds and not the starlings.

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Another Week of Observing Song Birds

 

 

Another Week of Observing Song Birds

 

 

 

 

 

 

As I finish up writing down the field notes for the Song Bird observation I come across the conclusion that  where I have been observing the birds no one has the near image to what or where the observations take place. 

The Sound of a Beautiful Morning

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The Sound of a Beautiful Morning 

 

The sound of the morning might not sound like a sound at all. At First it sounds completely idiotic to say that morning has a sound to it and it does. In my English class we are doing a 2 month project of observation on a subject of our choice. Every morning before I go head out the door on my way to school I have been observing the morning but to be more specific I am observing Song birds because that is the highlight of every morning. Waking up by the alarm, taking a shower, and heading outside into the crisp warm morning sun with a slight breeze smelling like the roses. During a 15 minute span I observe as much as I can about habits of the song birds, what they eat, what is the season that they breed in, and etc.

 

In the past week the air has been so polluted with smoke that only a starling will be brave enough to sing in the air and wake up the world. In the front yard of my house there is a tree within that tree is a bird feeder containing Thistle; thin little black seeds that attract song birds. On that bird feeder I have seen lesser Gold finches and house finches. Little have I known that for the past year or so that I have been living in the house the song of bird that sounds so beautifully just like the feeling I get in my stomach from the smell of pancakes is how I feel about this song now not only my mornings smell better but the also sound better too. I am NOT a morning person but because of these wonderful birds I am willing to drag my butt out of bed just to write about these amazing creatures.          -Alejandro Ruelas