A couple of days ago, I was sitting in the back yard reading a book when a bird flew so close that I felt the flutter of small wings before it landed in the Serviceberry bush beside me. I didn’t want to turn my head, lest I frighten it, but I thought I saw a pink breast on the small bird. There was a rustle in the bush before it flew to a branch of the hickory tree just overhead. Again, just a glimpse… was that a hint of blue wing? A bluebird?! Had I been that close to a bluebird?
Before I could turn my attention back to the book in my lap, the bird fluttered down again, this time so near that feathers brushed against my back. I froze, hoping it might fly in front of me.
It didn’t. It repeated his actions, landing in the Serviceberry, then back to the hickory branch above me and then again, almost immediately, it came back to cozy up to me in the Serviceberry, inches away from where I sat. I was still unable to see it without turning my head and scaring it away, but I could hear the rustle of the leaves.
Another fluttering sound as the bird left the Serviceberry but this time, instead of flying up into the hickory tree, it hovered just behind me, flapping it wings before lighting… on my head!
I sat rooted to the spot, mulling over my options. It was fascinating, but a bit creepy, having a bird hop around on my head. As a child, I had a parakeet that did the same thing, so I remained calm. After all, what was the worst thing that could happen? Bird poop in my hair? Been there.
The bird hopped around up there, then I felt the a small peck. What was it doing? The small peck was followed by a series of harder ones that sent rat-ta-tat-tats of pain into my scalp. OUCH! The little bastard was pulling out my hair!
Screw nature! That HURT! I jumped up and ran inside.
When I was spreading mulch in the front flower bed yesterday morning, keeping an eye out for nesting birds, I heard a booming hammer noise. I looked around for a construction truck. Nothing. More jackhammering. I followed the sound with my eyes. On my neighbor’s roof, a large pileated woodpecker was dismantling it with his beak. That sucker was huge! Woody Woodpecker on steroids.
Holy crap, suppose Woody and Winnie Woodpecker have plans to build in the area…? My scalp prickled at the thought. What do woodpeckers use to build their nests? With beaks like that, they could build a log cabin. But suppose they want a hair mattress?
Just to be on the safe side, I’m wearing a hat whenever I’m outside now. My old straw hat hardly seems adequate after seeing that woodpecker make sawdust of a shingle. Luckily, I have a sturdier, more fashionable hat at hand.
NOW… here is an enchanting video or some nesting robins and it looks like no humans were harmed in the making of this nest, although it didn’t do much for the hanging basket. Fred Margulies, a video producer living in upstate New York, made this delightful video thinking it would be viewed by family and friends. So far, almost 1,100,000 people have viewed it. If you haven’t, you’re in for a treat.