I was trying to figure out why I want to draw pictures more than anything else. I was getting complicated when I realized I just wanted a change. I’ve been blogging for 12 years. That’s longer than any job I ever held by at least 7 years. I quite literally needed a change of scenery. Time to do something new.
It’s not that I’m tired of writing. I don’t think I could be tired of writing, but I wanted to do something new because I’ve been doing the same thing for a long time. I needed the change. I’ve also been cooking daily for just about 53 years, so I’d also love to give up cooking, but sadly, I have no volunteers to take over the job.
I was looking for a complicated reason when the simple reason was I’m tired of doing the same thing and want to do something else. Sometimes, when you strip away the complexities, the answer is simple and obvious.
I probably should have figured it out when I was just as happy watching the birds as I was taking pictures of them. I can stand by the back windows — kitchen or French doors — and just enjoy the dozens of birds that come by for a meal. We have a lot of birds in a lot of colors.
\Today I saw something rarely seen in the bird watching world: a Hairy and Downy Woodpecker together on the same pole trying to get at the suet. The Hairy Woodpecker was at least twice the size of the Downy, so it was the Downy who flew to the suet feeder on the other side of the deck. Then along came the brightest red Cardinal I’ve ever seen. He was a color of scarlet so bright there was almost a hint of orange to his color.
There were European sparrows and a big Red-bellied Woodpecker. A female Cardinal who had bright red stripes on her wings and a particularly pretty comb on top of her little feathered head. And there were nuthatches — not all of whom were upside-down — and a couple of Chipping Sparrows and the usual assortment of Tufted Titmouses, a few young Goldfinches.
Then a red squirrel popped in for a meal and surprised me by leaping from the deck railing to — i have to assume — the ground below. That’s a very big drop — probably about 30 feet. Owen said he has seen them do this many times. \
“Those little red squirrels are fearless,” said Owen. I guess they must be because that is a very long jump for a creature that can’t weight more than 7 or 8 ounces.
I didn’t take any pictures. I just enjoyed watching. Some of these pictures — big groups of various birds all managing to share the feeders with hardly any squabbling — are difficult pictures to take. The view I get through the doors is very limiting. I can admire the birds, but no matter how many times I’ve tried to take pictures of “the gathering,” it just doesn’t look like anything. I would need something I don’t have and won’t get — a big window without wood frames to dodge around.
So I watch and laugh and they push each other around trying to play “king of the mountain” with the other birds. Mostly, they push around members of their own species. They may overwhelm smaller birds by sheer size, but if there’s going to be a scuffle, it’s almost always with one of their own. It can be hard to tell if they are playing or acting like kids in the back seat.
So goes my day. We’ll be gone all morning tomorrow. It’s tax time. I’m hoping it goes well because we sure could use the money. We need a refrigerator!