Birds like my garden. Especially the half dozen Peacocks that hang out on my land. Listening to the news I learned that the City of Los Angeles keeps the seagulls and carrion birds away from the refuse dumps by stringing rope across high poles. The birds don’t land on the garbage. They won’t risk breaking their wings by dropping past the crisscrossed ropes. Peacock used to fly into my garden to eat up the new veggies.
I tried the L.A. Dump solution. I strung lines across the garden from the eight-foot fence poles that support the wire fencing. It worked great. Now, none of the big birds fly into my garden.
Finches, the size of a baby’s fist, still come to shower, play, and talk to each other the in the overhead water spray. They are no bother. They are pretty.
Partridges hide and play around the Ficus bushes that line my driveway. When I drive up, they run away instead of flying like normal birds. When my car gets close, that’s when they remember they have wings. The Partridges take off like jets with a thrumming sound that makes me think of a fleet of motor boats.
Turkey vultures look good from a distance. I’ve watched then soar for hours like sailing ships without bothering to flap their wings. I know they fill a purpose. No dead animal lasts very long beside the road or in the field once the vultures circle and find the corpse. The vultures clean them up in a day. One day last year, standing on the front porch, I watched a score of the black-hearted beasties as they circled over my head. I had to know the reason they had chosen to keep me company.
I discovered their purpose soon enough. I went down to the barn. A deer had died from sickness or injury months before. When I investigated down by the fence, I discovered a rib cage and a few scattered bones. I wondered whether coyotes had been fighting over the remains.
Dozens of birds live in the big oak tree behind my house. Every spring they build their nests and raise their families; Robins, Finches, Woodpeckers, Sparrows and a dozen other species I cannot name. At night, before they go to sleep, you can hear them arguing, gossiping, and debating before they settle down.
Bees are good citizens. Jim Jones runs a Bee business. After the hay was cut last fall, Jim put twenty or so beehives on my back pasture. The bees drink the water in my pond and they hang around my garden pollinating the plants. Jim’s bees are friendly. I leave them alone, and they don’t bother me. I’m glad to have their company. Anything that can fly is wonderful. The same goes for butterflies… but not for mosquitoes or flies.
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