Having a new-to-us place at the top of a tall mountain means there’s lots to learn about an ecosystem that’s much different from our central South Carolina plains. The flora and fauna–in fact, the wildflowers alone–beg for hours of fascinating study.
But what’s caught my eye (and ear!) in these early days is the new crop of birds that live here, many with unfamiliar markings and foreign songs.
For several weeks I’ve joyfully watched and photographed from afar: striking Cedar Waxwings, sweet Veerys, loud and distinctive Catbirds. And in every case, I’m anxious for a closer look. I realize a feeder would bring them in, but there is the worrisome issue of the black bears, so plentiful here I’ve heard from knowing neighbors the seed will bring the creatures right onto your deck as if they’ve been invited for dinner.
(The thought gives one plenty of reason to pause.)
And still my interest in the birds has gotten the better of me. Three weekends ago I brought a small feeder, filled it with wild birdseed and hung it high, high up, just in view through the giant great room window.
Every morning I get up and hang the thing; each night I dutifully take it down and bring it safe inside. The effort has not borne fruit, however, as the multitude of birds flitting about our meadow have shown absolutely no interest.
Until yesterday, that is, when the feeder welcomed its first visitor.
Yee-haw, a Goldfinch!!!!! we thought, snapping photo after photo. So happy you’ve come!
And then my very next thought:
I hope the Cedar Waxwings show before the bears!
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