Showing posts with label Birdwatching. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Birdwatching. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

The Goldfinch & DistelFink


Howdy Friends,

The Goldfinch & DistelFink. I’ve long wanted to write about the spirited and lovely goldfinch, that sweet little yellow bird found in open fields and bird feeders all across our land. The poet T.S. Eliot wrote what pleasure it is to, “Follow the dance of the goldfinch at noon.” Year round residents for most of us this tiny burst of excited sunshine is often the first bird many amateur birders learn to identify. At feeders they love thistle seeds, in the wild they love seeds of every tiny variety. Nesting late in the mid-summer their preferred nesting material is thistledown, and can often be spied darting from thistle bloom to thistle bloom gathering fluffy down.
The American Goldfinch.
Growing up PA Dutch on a humble and, very old fashioned dairy farm, I spent many a hot summer day walking fields and pastures with a sickle cutting down tall Canadian thistle plants, and enjoyed repeated sweet encounters with frisky goldfinches as they gathered down, gobbled seeds and chattered. So many of my lonely childhood days in summer fields laid the foundation of my bird watching love. And the goldfinch is one of my earliest feathered friends. My understanding of their connection to the ever popular DistelFink is rooted in my PA Dutch youth as well.
Hex Sign with DistelFink, tulips and heart. All bring good luck and happiness.
While most folks understand the Hex-Sign (another PA Dutch tradition) as symbols of good luck, protection and happiness, not very many grasp the DistelFink origin, name and importance. In PA Dutch the tiny yellow bird is known as the “thistle finch,” pronounced in PA Dutch as “distel-fink.” Understood by PA Dutch folks as a symbol of the good luck, the goldfinch was a welcomed sight. It’s highly likely then that the “English” folks misunderstood the pronunciation of “Thistle Finch,” (“distel-fink” by PA Dutch folks) gave birth to the name of the most familiar little bird painted on most PA Dutch Hex Signs. In your travels keep your eyes peeled for this tiny golden burst of happiness and luck.


 ~ Gitty Up, Dutch.

Thursday, February 5, 2015

"Bluebird Love"

Howdy Friends!
 
February is the time to start getting Bluebird nest boxes ready for the summer. Although in most parts of the country Bluebirds may, and often do hang around all year and use the nest boxes for nighttime huddling, as many as 6 or more snuggled in a box. February is when the males begin checking out and claiming boxes for the summer. Our daughter used to call those eager males the Bluebird real estate agents!
Bluebirds can and do bring real love and joy to us. There is an old saying they carry the blue of the sky on their wings. I like to say they have the magic to make every day, a Bluebird Day!

If you’ve never experienced the joy of Bluebirds nesting in a box you’ve put up for them, you’ve missed one of the sweetest treats a person can enjoy. They love their nest boxes and will reward you with much fun, tenderness and beauty. For over 20 years I had the pleasure of talking about on tours, and erecting and monitoring Bluebird Trails in PA State Parks when I served as a volunteer for the PA DEP. Oh the friends I made and the beautiful sights I saw. And the joy I had. That was some years ago, but her in VA I still maintain a Bluebird trail on our tiny spot of heaven.

Nothing much compares to the sweet sound of a male Bluebird singing his springtime tunes perched high on a branch or wire. Or the tender beauty of 5 little brand new naked babies snuggled in the nest box—or those same babies launching from the box a few weeks later on their first flight.

Friends, if you’ve never had the fun and thrills of welcoming Bluebirds into your world, I strongly encourage you to! It is really very simple. Nothing difficult or challenging about it.
There are really only a few basic guidelines that when followed will bring those sweet little beauties to you. The first bit of advice is, keep it simple. That’s important.

Now for the box, just a simple flat roofed box (about six inches tall and 4x6 size) with an inch and a half hole, no perch. Here is a picture of the plan I have used for over 35 years. Works like magic. I do recommend roughing up the inside of the front wall so the fledglings can get a toehold as they scurry up to launch. Also I make larger ventilation slots than the plan shows, just under the roof, on all four sides.
Click on picture to enlarge - This is all you need! One six foot 1x6 per box! Simple and inexpensive! I'll bet I've made close to 1,000 of these over the years!

Erect the boxes in wide open places at least 300 feet from woods, brush and buildings, on steel posts 4 to 6 feet from the ground. Closer to brush and buildings invite predators such as house sparrows and wrens, who will kill the mammas and babies on the nest.

If you are doing a trail, they need to be at least 350 feet apart—unless you also have Tree Swallows which are also a delight, then I recommend putting pairs of boxes. Two boxes about a foot apart every 350 feet. Tree Swallows and Bluebirds are great friends and Tree Swallows will defend both boxes.
4 little Bluebird eggs in a nest of grass
Monitor your boxes at least once a week. Keep a journal; you will delight in watching your broods grow! Yes it is okay to touch the eggs and nest, the Bluebirds don’t mind, and often sit right there with you. Best to do your monitoring early in the day, so your track is not there for predators to follow overnight. I once took part in a survey to monitor nest building and incubating and feeding and checked the boxes every hour in the daylight to record activity and nest construction. What a fascinating and learning time that was!
4 little babies about 5 days old. Look at those tiny blue feathers!
Clean your boxes after each batch of babies. You can usually count on 2 nests a year, but 3 is common and we’ve often had as many as 5! It takes about a week or 10 days to build the nest of soft grass or pine needles—though if in a hurry they will complete it a day or two! Another week to lay their 3 to 5 eggs, and about a week days to hatch. They will grow quickly and fledge in about 15 to 20 days. It can be great fun to sit and watch the busy parents feed their growing brood. I once placed a bowl of mealworms about 20 feet from the box and counted 50 trips to the box in half an hour!!

That’s about it. I hope you’ll give it try this year, you’ll love it. Takes little to no money, and the rewards are boundless! Feel free to ask me any questions and there are lots of books out there, and info on the internet ... But remember, “Keep it simple.”

You can find a wealth of information at THE BLUEBIRD SOCIETY OF PENNSYLVANIA  

I hope you’ll discover Bluebird love, if you haven’t already.

Gitty Up, Dutch Henry

Monday, November 4, 2013

Special Horses, Wonderful People, Beautiful Drive



Special Horses, Wonderful People, Beautiful Drive
Howdy Folks,

Ravishin' Robbie and I set out at seven AM yesterday. I had an appointment to visit Traveller's Rest Equine Elders Santuary for an interview for my Heartbeats column in Trail Blazer. Most of my interviews I do on the phone, but when the stories are about People and Horses Helping Horses and People nearby enough, I like to go visit. I really wanted to meet the horses there too. There is something about a senior horse that really gets me. They have a wholly different kind of spirit, and heart. They've seen a lot, done a lot, endured a lot. And the kindness, understanding and lessons they can share are so special. So touching. I wanted to meet Mike and Chris Smith too, the wonderful folks who devote their lives to giving a loving home to these kind and knowing horses. They are a very kind of special too.
The drive from Appomattox to Spotsylvania VA, mostly up route 15 is a delightful drive. It meanders quietly through good scenery, by many horse and cattle farms, and through several neat little towns. Mrs GPS says it should be a two and a half our drive that always seems to take me nearly four. I've been known to pull over to admire the big beautiful maple tree cloaked magnificently in shimmering red leaves, or oaks decked out in yellow with a hundred foot branch-span.

I'll happily swerve onto the road shoulder to gaze at a beautiful horse. Old barns with dilapidated machinery guarding them are things of beauty to me too, and of course worthy of a pause to soak it in. Black Angus cattle, their coats shimmering in the sunlight can often automatically force my geriatric Tahoe to stop.

Any friend of our Coffee Clutch blog knows almost any bird, from Blue Bird to Carolina Wren can stop me, too. You can ask Kessy that one, but that's a story for another day. So yesterday's Great Blue Heron fishing in a small roadside pond, well that was a no brainer.

We did eventually did arrive at our destination, right on time, right behind our dear friend, Karen Lindely who was meeting us to take the pictures for our story. She does really beautiful work. If you'd like to see some of her things, be sure to "friend" her on Facebook.

We all had a simply marvelous visit. Mike and Chris took us all on a leisurely tour of the property and introduced us to each of the 18 horses living there. Housing for elderly horses is so important, and the paddocks or pastures are large with run-ins so we had nice long walks in the pretty sunshine. They told each horse's story, as much as they knew, and I visited with each one, often doing a bit of my Therapy For Therapy Horses exercises. 
Just hanging out in the sun, and lovin' life
Robbie took notes of our conversations for my story, and Karen had those shutters snapping. We were having so much fun, it was hard to leave. But eventually we had to.

The story of what they do there to help aged horses, and how Mike and Chris help guide other folks with senior horses will be in the Jan/Feb issue of Trail Blazer. Be sure to watch for it. Chris' motto is from Seabiscuit, "Just because a horse has a few bumps and scrapes doesn't mean you give up on it."

Gitty Up ~ Dutch Henry

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

"I Suppose She Knew – Pt 2"



Howdy Folks, 
 
Yesterday I took you to the edge of the big clear cut, where I sat Kessy wondering if we could even get to the old trail. I hope you enjoy Pt 2 of "I suppose She knew."


 I Suppose She Knew – Pt 2

I asked Kessy to see what she thought of the big clear cut area, and hesitantly she stepped on. Everything was a mess, it was even hard to get our bearings. Not a sign remained of our old trail. We couldn't travel in a direct line, but rather had to tiptoe around all the mud, rocks and broken trees. I kept Kessy headed in the general direction, but allowed her to pick her own way. She always amazes me on this trail, it's always been very hard to follow, and we only do it 2 or 3 times a year, but somehowshe always finds the way. As we crossed the debris covered expanse I watched as she chose safe footing, even taking backsteps sometimes. Finally I could see it, our old overgrown trail waiting for us. I suppose she knew it all along. Kessy had tiptoed across the clear cut, through mud and debris along the invisible path of our old trail to pick it up again on the other side in the forest.
Saturday likes to lead sometimes
We still had to step over a few logs to get there though, I left it up to Kessy with just a soft kiss to pick her way, and she did. Gosh the trail had really gotten thick, but I turned her loose and figured we'd just check it out. I was truly just along for the ride as she navigated through brush and bramble. Every now and then I recognized where we were and was again amazed at how she remembered a trail she'd only been on a few times. A barely visible trail at that. We went along to the point where the trail gets deep into the woods and opens up a bit, my legs told me they'd had enough, and knowing we had more than an hour back, I figured we'd better turn around.

Halfway back to the clear cut we stopped to have a look at what I thought was a Hairy Woodpecker and I realized we'd lost Saturday. I called and called. No Saturday. We waited and called more. Kessy wanted to keep heading for home, but I worried if Saturday was left behind here he might have a bad time getting home. We had seen more bear tracks in the mud at the clear cut, and coyotes run in this forest.

I thought it best to go back up the trail and look for him. He rarely gets this separated, but then I realized I hadn't seen him in a while. The undergrowth was just too thick. Kessy protested about going back, she wanted to go in the direction of home, but we had to find Saturday. As fast as we could, we moved down the thick trail again, I called over and over. No Saturday. We stopped at the point where we had turned around earlier, here I could see far across the forest floor. I called, no Saturday.

Not knowing what to do I turned for home again. I stopped another time at the spot where I first noticed Saturday missing. My legs were in no shape to get off and search, so I sat Kessy and hollered as loud as I could. Kessy kept trying to head for home. It didn't feel right, but after a while, I let her move on for home. I continued to call as she picked her way through thick brush at a quickened pace. I couldn't see more than a few feet ahead on the trail, or behind. I forged a plan to get home, gather Robbie and some friends and come back to find him. Visions of our sweet beagle stuck somewhere would not leave me alone. In all the miles we'd trailed together he'd never been gone this long.

Without warning, Kessy stopped. Ahead of us on the trail, ears flopping as he bounded toward us, came Saturday. Kessy had long ago wanted to head for home. I suppose she knew her little buddy was in that direction. All I can figure is he found the clear cut too interesting and he'd gotten sidetracked there and not followed us along the tick trail. Kessy must have known all along. I hope he never does that again!
Saturday - In this picture he's laying with Kessy in her woods
Gitty Up ~ Dutch

Monday, April 1, 2013

"Bird Watching at Peaks of Otter"


Howdy Folks,

On Saturday Connie and her puppy Judy, Ravishin' Robbie, and I went on a trip to Peaks of Otter winery. They were having a wine tasting event, and folks who know Connie Bloss know that's more than she can resist. I was invited along as the group's designated driver, being the only teetotaler in the bunch. Well myself and Connie's brand new little puppy, Judy.
Judy & Dutch relaxing as the wine tasting commenced.
The winery is a positively beautiful place nestled in the foothills of the Peaks of Otter Mountain just off the Blue Ridge Parkway. First we enjoyed a leisurely stroll down winding path through Peach and Apple trees and rows of grapevines to visit the goats, turkeys, pigs, lamas and chickens. Everything in the "farm" is arranged neat, clean, safe and easy for children and families to enjoy.
View of Peaks of Otter from yard in front of gift shop
Then back up the hill to the gift shop for the ladies to guzzle, I mean, taste wine. Judy and I had a seat in the lounge area to watch the festivities. When we found out they would be sampling over 20 wines, Judy and I decided we would retire to the outside and do some bird watching.
Ravishin' Robbie & Dutch strolling back to the gift shop.
The view from the lawn out front of the gift shop is simply perfect, down over an apple orchard and in the distance the Peak of Otter Mountain. Judy and settled in the sun warmed grass and took in the view. The bird watching was positively wonderful. From our perch on the bank we saw a Pilliated Woodpecker, Red Winged Blackbirds, Cardinals, Crows, lots of Robins and the treat of the day were the Bluebirds. 

The entire time we watched over the orchard several pair of Bluebirds flitted from tree to ground gathering nest building material.

Judy and I managed to sneak in a nap in the sun, too.
Judy & Dutch snoozing in the sun.
The results of the wine tasting? They told me to tell you, they had kissed the Devil, whatever that means.

Gitty Up ~ Dutch Henry