Whelp, I intend this to be my personal record of my backyard bird watching habit. Recently I moved to a new place after 15 years in the same house. I am a birdwatcher, I have always been a bird watcher since I was a little girl. My Dad and I used to fill the bird feeders together…well, maybe my Dad went about the task of filling the bird feeders and I followed him around, nattering on as little girls do, secure in knowing that of course he wanted my company. My father grunted a lot to let me know that he was pretending to listen to my babbling. It was a good life.
Anyhow, I digress. Normal behavior for me, I digress often. So. I moved to this new place after living in a house where I fed the birds for over a decade. Within a week of being in the new home I was going quite mad without the ever present bird sound I have known all of my life. My work has been busy and I have not had time to unpack or arrange my furniture, but the bird feeders were frantically dug out of the piles of boxes, careful placement in the yard chosen, filled and made ready for new bird friends. A birdbath was put out and binoculars stationed on the porch table.
So have decided to chronicle my quest to make bird friends. It has been a long time since I’ve had to actively attract birds to my yard after having generations feed and raise their young on my land. They knew a good thing when it appeared under their wings. Here I will tell what I have done to beg the birds to come, stay and sing with me. Attracting birds is about habitat. If you create one, perhaps they will come. Already I have re-located my bird bath three times in hopes that the new spot is more appealing. Perhaps they prefer to bathe closer to this shrub where they will feel more secure in such a vulnerable place? We shall see. I shall record it here.
