The Backyard Bystander
With summer full on, now that the solstice has arrived, I’m spending more time in the backyard or I’m longing to head out there as I plunk away on my computer whilst gazing out my office window.
The backyard is a playground of activity as birds, beasties, and bugs take advantage of the season.
Not long ago (actually longer ago than I care to admit), the backyard served as a playground for our kids. Running, yelling, camping, goofing in the inflatable pool were all part of summer fun. I’m still finding airsoft pellets in the yard as I garden, leftovers from the skirmishes the kids had with friends.
These days the backyard is quieter and I am in the role of bystander instead of being a referee or activities coordinator. I’ve even stepped away from yard manager, having settled on the compromise of enjoying the cultivated wilderness of flowers cohabiting with the forest.
Being a backyard bystander has its advantages. For one, more wildlife appearances.
A bevy of birds, a rambling raccoon, a swish of squirrels, and possibly a bear visit are part of the scenery.
I’m especially enjoying the variety of birds. We have several feeders and I rigged up a giant pine cone that gets smeared with crunchy peanut butter.
I had no idea birds enjoyed pb so much. Juncos, chickadees, nuthatches, sparrows all clamor for a turn surfing on the cone.
Lately a newcomer arrived, and this visitor totally perplexed us as to its identity.
It doesn’t have a particular markings nor is its shape helpful in identification. Mature? Juvenile?
We think it might be a fox sparrow. Any guesses would be appreciated.
Any other backyard bystanders out there?
Pam Webb 