Eeeeeek~~~!
Forgot to edit.....excuse the mistakes...I really do know better. Ha.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
March
Tis March...so says the calendar. The weather certainly doesn't feel like spring yet. Rain, Snow, Wind and it's dark outside. I can not seem to take the first step to accomplish any work today. I need Sunshine~~~!
Well...My Greats....how about another bird story?
Tis spring ... and it's trying hard to make it't entrance. March holds many good things within it's calendar days.
First the melting of a long winter of snow. The air starts to take on a different smell and feel. Hidden flowers start to awaken and stretch out through the cool dirt. Then comes the first day of Spring...and the birthdate of one of my three urchins. The swallows return to Capistrano and some of them fly on up to Spokane, Washington and over to their old homestead on Cleveland Ave.
We will never forget our first spring in our new home on Cleveland as Big Blue made an appearance to inform us he was looking for a rental for the summer. Big Blue was a huge Barn Swallow and he sang with great gusto. He surveyed the territory for a couple of days and Ron decided to build him a house.
At the time Ron was in wood shop at Havermile Jr. High so he built a nice house as an extra school project and nailed it onto the outside of the garage.
Now Big Blue knew this was just what he was looking for and soon appeared with a mate. She wasn't as big as he but was quite colorful. They had deep blue on their backs and wings and the white tummies . We were all facinated with the talent they had for flying. They flew faster and dove in and out of space more than any bird I had ever seen. They were like a stunt plane. I think Ryan ,dad/uncle, could name all the stunts they preformed in the air.
Mr and Mrs Big Blue moved in. What fun it was watching them build their nest. It didn't take long to see that they liked white things for the nest. They collected all kinds of white feathers. They didn't come to the ground much and they ate bugs from the air. They were in flight continually. What a sight it was.
They had their family, taught them to fly and around the end of July they were gone. We were all sad as we really missed them.
Next March, around the 21st, I was hanging out the wash when I heard him. Big Blue was back.
But the rental had changed. During the winter Ron built five houses and we put glass backs in them. We could slide the backs out so the old nests could be cleaned out and ready for the next spring. We had discovered that Swallows don't use a perch. They just take a dead shot straight into the hole. This way they were protected from the Sparrows and bigger nest stealers from getting in.
So, we were waiting for the arrival of Big Blue plus there were four more houses along the eves for others. Blue took his own place.
It wasn't long befor we had the smaller green, blue swallows in the rest of the houses.
It didn't take long to see that the sparrows were going to cause a lot of trouble. Sparrows like to steal nests and they bring in all kinds of junk and make messy nests. It was my job to clean out everything they brought in each day to let them know they were not wanted. Ron decided to build an apartment house for the sparrows and we moved it to another part of the yard and put a bird bath and feeder there. This way they left the swallows alone.
Now each day we could look through the backs of the swallow houses and see what they had built. So interesting. Their nests were so neat and round. Everything was tucked in and lots of white objects were mixed neatly together. Soon there were five small, white eggs in each nest. Big Blue would help his mate sit on the eggs while she flew out for a rest and what ever females do. It wasn't too long before we could hear all these little peeps coming out of the holes. Boy, what busy parents these birds are. I had saved up cotton all winter from bottles etc. and I would go out each morning and evening and throw puffs of cotten in the air. Swallows came from everywhere diving for the cotton they would catch them in mid air and swoop everywhere. It looked like a war zone of swallows. It wasn't long before neighbors were out watching all the fun and they started saving cotton also for the next season.
As they babies grew they hung out of the hole to be fed as both parents would feed them in flight. Then a baby would hang out so far that he would fall out. The parents knew when this would happen and one would fly underneath tha one would fly overhead and baby had it's first flying lesson. Then back to the nest it would go...this would happen, one at a time, until four knew how to fly alone and they would sit on the telephone line that ran into our house. There was always the tiny one left that couldn't get to the hole to be fed. The parents would leave it during the day, teach the others to catch their bugs, and they each parents would keep coming back to feed the tiny one until it was ready to learn to fly.
We soon learned that when they were all lined up together on the wire during the eve but never went back into the house that they would soon be gone.
One year Big Blue's family had been gone almost a day and a half. It was the last week in July so we knew it was time for them to fly away and we were sad. Well, we heard this noisey chatter and Blue's family was back and for some reason they were being put back in their house. Then all was quiet. That night we had one of the worst wind storms we had ever had in Spokane. It blew our awning off the front porch and caused a lot of damage.
The next morning the storm was over....the Blues left and we didn't have our family again that year. The parents knew the storm was due and their babies would never survive that storm. They brought them home for the night.
Isn't nature the most wonderful mystery of life~~~?
`
Well...My Greats....how about another bird story?
Tis spring ... and it's trying hard to make it't entrance. March holds many good things within it's calendar days.
First the melting of a long winter of snow. The air starts to take on a different smell and feel. Hidden flowers start to awaken and stretch out through the cool dirt. Then comes the first day of Spring...and the birthdate of one of my three urchins. The swallows return to Capistrano and some of them fly on up to Spokane, Washington and over to their old homestead on Cleveland Ave.
We will never forget our first spring in our new home on Cleveland as Big Blue made an appearance to inform us he was looking for a rental for the summer. Big Blue was a huge Barn Swallow and he sang with great gusto. He surveyed the territory for a couple of days and Ron decided to build him a house.
At the time Ron was in wood shop at Havermile Jr. High so he built a nice house as an extra school project and nailed it onto the outside of the garage.
Now Big Blue knew this was just what he was looking for and soon appeared with a mate. She wasn't as big as he but was quite colorful. They had deep blue on their backs and wings and the white tummies . We were all facinated with the talent they had for flying. They flew faster and dove in and out of space more than any bird I had ever seen. They were like a stunt plane. I think Ryan ,dad/uncle, could name all the stunts they preformed in the air.
Mr and Mrs Big Blue moved in. What fun it was watching them build their nest. It didn't take long to see that they liked white things for the nest. They collected all kinds of white feathers. They didn't come to the ground much and they ate bugs from the air. They were in flight continually. What a sight it was.
They had their family, taught them to fly and around the end of July they were gone. We were all sad as we really missed them.
Next March, around the 21st, I was hanging out the wash when I heard him. Big Blue was back.
But the rental had changed. During the winter Ron built five houses and we put glass backs in them. We could slide the backs out so the old nests could be cleaned out and ready for the next spring. We had discovered that Swallows don't use a perch. They just take a dead shot straight into the hole. This way they were protected from the Sparrows and bigger nest stealers from getting in.
So, we were waiting for the arrival of Big Blue plus there were four more houses along the eves for others. Blue took his own place.
It wasn't long befor we had the smaller green, blue swallows in the rest of the houses.
It didn't take long to see that the sparrows were going to cause a lot of trouble. Sparrows like to steal nests and they bring in all kinds of junk and make messy nests. It was my job to clean out everything they brought in each day to let them know they were not wanted. Ron decided to build an apartment house for the sparrows and we moved it to another part of the yard and put a bird bath and feeder there. This way they left the swallows alone.
Now each day we could look through the backs of the swallow houses and see what they had built. So interesting. Their nests were so neat and round. Everything was tucked in and lots of white objects were mixed neatly together. Soon there were five small, white eggs in each nest. Big Blue would help his mate sit on the eggs while she flew out for a rest and what ever females do. It wasn't too long before we could hear all these little peeps coming out of the holes. Boy, what busy parents these birds are. I had saved up cotton all winter from bottles etc. and I would go out each morning and evening and throw puffs of cotten in the air. Swallows came from everywhere diving for the cotton they would catch them in mid air and swoop everywhere. It looked like a war zone of swallows. It wasn't long before neighbors were out watching all the fun and they started saving cotton also for the next season.
As they babies grew they hung out of the hole to be fed as both parents would feed them in flight. Then a baby would hang out so far that he would fall out. The parents knew when this would happen and one would fly underneath tha one would fly overhead and baby had it's first flying lesson. Then back to the nest it would go...this would happen, one at a time, until four knew how to fly alone and they would sit on the telephone line that ran into our house. There was always the tiny one left that couldn't get to the hole to be fed. The parents would leave it during the day, teach the others to catch their bugs, and they each parents would keep coming back to feed the tiny one until it was ready to learn to fly.
We soon learned that when they were all lined up together on the wire during the eve but never went back into the house that they would soon be gone.
One year Big Blue's family had been gone almost a day and a half. It was the last week in July so we knew it was time for them to fly away and we were sad. Well, we heard this noisey chatter and Blue's family was back and for some reason they were being put back in their house. Then all was quiet. That night we had one of the worst wind storms we had ever had in Spokane. It blew our awning off the front porch and caused a lot of damage.
The next morning the storm was over....the Blues left and we didn't have our family again that year. The parents knew the storm was due and their babies would never survive that storm. They brought them home for the night.
Isn't nature the most wonderful mystery of life~~~?
`
Dirt Road
I imagine you've all read this before but thought it wouldn't hurt to remember Paul Harvey for a moment....
Dirt Roads
What's mainly wrong with society today is that too many dirt roads have been paved.
There's not a problem in America today, crime, drugs, education, divorce, delinquency, that wouldn't be remedied if we just had more dirt roads, because dirt roads give character.
People that live at the end of dirt roads learn early on that life is a bumpy ride.
That it can jar you right down to your teeth sometimes, but it's worth it if at the end, there's home, a loving spouse, happy kids and a dog.
We wouldn't have near the trouble with our educational system if our kids got their exercise walking a dirt road with other kids from whom they learn how to get along.
There was less crime in our streets before they were paved.
Criminals didn't walk two dusty miles to rob or rape, if they knew they'd be welcomed by five barking dogs and a double barrel shotgun.
And there were no drive-by shootings.
Our values were better when our roads were worse!
People did not worship their cars more than their kids, and motorists were more courteous. They didn't tailgate by riding the bumper or the guy in front would choke you with dust and bust your windshield with rocks.
Dirt roads taught patience.
Dirt roads were environmentally friendly. You didn't hop in your car for a quart of milk, you walked to the barn for your milk.
For your mail, you walked to the mailbox.
What if it rained and the dirt road got washed out? That was the best part! Then you stayed home and had some family time, roasted marshmallows and popped popcorn and pony rode on Daddy's shoulders and learned how to make prettier quilts than anybody.
At the end of dirt roads, you soon learned that bad words tasted like soap.
Most paved roads lead to trouble, but dirt roads more likely lead to a fishing creek or a swimming hole.
At the end of a dirt road, the only time we even locked our car was in August, because if we didn't, some neighbor would fill it with too much zucchini.
At the end of a dirt road, there was always extra springtime income from when city dudes would get stuck and you'd have to hitch up a team and pull them out.
Usually you got a dollar, always you got a new friend, at the end of a dirt road!
--Paul Harvey
Dirt Roads
What's mainly wrong with society today is that too many dirt roads have been paved.
There's not a problem in America today, crime, drugs, education, divorce, delinquency, that wouldn't be remedied if we just had more dirt roads, because dirt roads give character.
People that live at the end of dirt roads learn early on that life is a bumpy ride.
That it can jar you right down to your teeth sometimes, but it's worth it if at the end, there's home, a loving spouse, happy kids and a dog.
We wouldn't have near the trouble with our educational system if our kids got their exercise walking a dirt road with other kids from whom they learn how to get along.
There was less crime in our streets before they were paved.
Criminals didn't walk two dusty miles to rob or rape, if they knew they'd be welcomed by five barking dogs and a double barrel shotgun.
And there were no drive-by shootings.
Our values were better when our roads were worse!
People did not worship their cars more than their kids, and motorists were more courteous. They didn't tailgate by riding the bumper or the guy in front would choke you with dust and bust your windshield with rocks.
Dirt roads taught patience.
Dirt roads were environmentally friendly. You didn't hop in your car for a quart of milk, you walked to the barn for your milk.
For your mail, you walked to the mailbox.
What if it rained and the dirt road got washed out? That was the best part! Then you stayed home and had some family time, roasted marshmallows and popped popcorn and pony rode on Daddy's shoulders and learned how to make prettier quilts than anybody.
At the end of dirt roads, you soon learned that bad words tasted like soap.
Most paved roads lead to trouble, but dirt roads more likely lead to a fishing creek or a swimming hole.
At the end of a dirt road, the only time we even locked our car was in August, because if we didn't, some neighbor would fill it with too much zucchini.
At the end of a dirt road, there was always extra springtime income from when city dudes would get stuck and you'd have to hitch up a team and pull them out.
Usually you got a dollar, always you got a new friend, at the end of a dirt road!
--Paul Harvey
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