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Bird Observation Notes

Whoever thought to use “bird brain” as a derogatory? One of my favorite things about living in the UK is the birds. It’s not that we do not have birds in Chicago — we do, lots of sparrows, the occasional American robin (longer, more like a thrush, and a less robust-colored orange breast), and that is about it. Well, that is life in a concrete jungle. In the UK, I don’t live in a high-rise but in a house with a garden. I love that my kitchen sink is nooked in between 3 sides of windows — good cross-ventilation when I need it, and affords me a wide view out to the garden while doing the dishes. The best part of course being that I get to see what the birds outside are up to. I can tell you — Bird brains are something to aspire to. My observations:

  1. Garden birds watch out for each other. They frantically call out when perceived danger is around — which most of the time means Yours Truly. Whenever I come around with their daily food rations (I am very generous), they would all scamper off. And inevitably one bird will be sounding the alarm to warn others not to land yet while I am still doing the task. I’ve seen other bird enthusiasts who’ve managed to get birds to land on their hands and feed — I wonder if I can ever do that successfully. I am slowly beginning to think this is all a matter of trust, as it is with most things. I have noticed more and more that the birds are less fearful or wary of me now. Sometimes, while I am in one part of the garden, the birds would begin feeding on the other part. They used to not even come close.
  2. Foodwise, they know what they want, and they are consistent. We get most of our bird feed from Wilko — they really do it right with bird feed: quality, taste that birds seem to like, and the right price. Let’s start with the suet/fat balls, literally balled-up suets. Once we started buying the “premium” ones (more seeds and grains rather than plain suet), the birds never bothered with the plain. Wilko once ran out and we had to buy the regular ones — the birds wouldn’t touch them anymore. We even tried a source from Scotland which had good reviews on eBay — nope, the birds weren’t having them. Another, if you get the mixed seeds, they peck on everything and leave the little corn. They will come to them when there is nothing else. So when they get peck-picky, I trick them back by not refilling the feeding stations so they are forced to finish off the corn. Works every time.
  3. They have quite solid social bonds. This is shown by little social bubbles and turfs they have in their activities, which is best displayed when they feed. The blue-tits in our garden seem to hog the coconut suets although they do share with other small birds. The bigger birds like starlings, blackbirds, jays, magpies and pigeons commune at a makeshift bird table that we roughly made but is now a gathering hotspot. Tghe southeast corner of our garden is inevitably the “Sparrow Corner” because that truly is a busy hub of all sorts of sparrows. They congregate on the fence, take turns on the feeding stations or the ground, — the cacophony of chirps are music to my ears. And then there are the Long-Tailed Tits, those mousy little cuties, when they come they do not in single spies but in battalions — not quite but they come in groups. They do so so adorably. One comes in, then another, then another until the next thing you know, the suet feeders are nice surrounded by their pointy little tails. My aim this year is to take a nice shot of them in the formation — they’d probably make a beautiful Christmas card this year.

More Bird Notes & observations next time.

Long-Tailed Tit by suet block (berry on top, mealworm in the bottom). :)

Everyone likes birds. What wild creatures is more accessible to our eyes and ears, as close to us and everyone in the world, as universal as a bird? ~ David Attenborough, British broadcaster and naturalist

Chicago · UK

How Does Your Garden Grow

I live in Chicago — or should I say I lived in Chicago, until I upped and moved over here to the UK after getting married 5 months ago?  <pause.  deep thought.>.  OK,  I think my opening statement stands:  I LIVE IN CHICAGO.  I have kept my pad there, despite moving over to England.  I commute back and forth across the huge Atlantic pond for work (since I haven’t sat for the Bar here in the UK yet).  I’ve kept my US phone numbers and continue to pay my utilities.  Yes, I guess I can safely say I still live in Chicago.  And in the City itself.  Not in the periphery.  No, not in the ‘burbs.  Not in “Chicagoland”. IN the Windy City.   I live in a highrise designed by a famous architect.  My window directly overlooks the Chicago cityscape.  I see the lights of Wrigley field from afar on game nights to the west; and catch the fireworks from Navy Pier to the east on Wednesday and Saturday nights in the summer.  We have a doorman, dry cleaning service, a pool and tennis courts on the premises.  There is a gym that I never go to within striking distance, as well as a grocery where I drag my little folding crate to stuff with survival essentials.  I don’t really need a car in a city where a week’s parking rates can pass for one month’s rent money in a nearby city.  The bus that takes me to work, or to the airport, stops right by my door.  Lake Michigan is 2 blocks east, an easy, healthy walk.  That’s my life in the US.

In the UK though, it is a slightly different story.  I live in a town in the greater Manchester area.  Which means, I live in a quiet place with shops, and churches, schools, supermarkets, a town centre, a local college, houses with beautiful gardens, restaurants, war memorials, post offices, the occasional Indian and/or Chinese fish-and-chips takeaway, and not one building that is higher than 3 stories.  When I crave or miss the bustles of urban life, Manchester is half an hour away — easy.  But I guess it can be safely said that for someone who grew up and always lived in big cities, this move feels to me like the “Countrification of the City Mouse”.    And yet I have no regrets, nor major complaints.  The hubby and I are rarely in one place anyway, as we both travel a lot for work; and for fun.  So its nice to be able to come home to quiet, and just us enjoying us.  Life is…. alright, and all right.

That said, there is one I’ve been discovering in our home.  The treasures that grow on our little patch of forest called our backyard.  Our garden is far from being the prettiest in this area — oooh, not even close.  But yesterday, while walking around it to find stuff to stuff into our, uhm… green “wheelie bin” (thats how they call the wheeled trash holders), I found these little gems:

Berries
Berries growing up the tree trunk.

our garden 2
Berries, up close.

our garden 5
Lilies "of some sort" -- is how the hubby describes these. They're a nice, happy, tropical orange color.

our garden 4
Defiantly hesitant hydrangeas that refuse to be coaxed out of their shyness. While our neighbors have these huge vibrant balls of blues and pinks....

our garden 6
Apples for baking. (If only I could bake)

our garden 6b
More apples

our garden 7
These are called "gooseberries".

our garden 8
Here they are up close. They look like marble-sized, translucent little watermelons.

our garden 3
Fuchsias. Their droop-down shapes actually make them look like little ladies in swirly ballgown skirts.

I guess there are SOME perks to stepping back from a highly-urbanized lifestyle.