I have finally found the perfect wildlife conservation project—and all I have to do is sit in my favorite chaise and count birds.
It’s for the Cornell Lab of Ornithology’s Project FeederWatch.
Okay, I also have to enter some data into the Project FeederWatch database, but that’s a cinch. Oh. And I have to be able to identify the birds that visit the back yard. Sometimes easy. Sometimes difficult.
Downy woodpecker
Still, it’s the perfect activity for my new slow and simple lifestyle.
If you’re interested, it’s really quite, uh, simple.
First, you choose where you’re going to count your birds. I have big picture windows that are pretty much the wall of the back of my house, so I just sit in my favorite chair. You also need to have bird feeders (hence the name FeederWatch), but you need to outline an area around the feeders that will be a part of your count territory.
Second, you choose your count days. Select two consecutive days to count for at least some portion of the day. I count for about an hour and a half at a time. After that the dogs have to go outside potty or I need a glass of tea or something (like I need to go potty because of all the tea I drank).
Bluejay – The contraption behind him is my new birdcam. Stay tuned to see if I get it working.
Record the maximum number of birds of each species that you see at ONE TIME. You don’t have to keep track of who is coming and going. You just give maximum numbers for who’s there at one time. For example, my species maximum for this morning’s 1.5 hour count was:
American tree sparrow – 2
Brown-headed cowbirds – 8
Cardinals – 2
Chickadee – 1
Dark-eyed juncos – 9
Downy woodpeckers – 1
Goldfinches – 3
Mourning doves – 15
Purple finches – 10
Red-bellied woodpeckers – 1
Red-breasted nuthatches – 3
Red-winged blackbird – 1
Tufted titmouse – 1
White-breasted nuthatch – 1
Then, you report your counts. You can do that online or by sending in paper reports.
My birdwatching station
Aside from the slow and simple nature of the activity, I have found that participating in Project FeederWatch means that I pay even more attention to my backyard visitors. For example, I noticed that not all the nuthatches that visit are red-breasted nuthatches. I discovered that some are white-breasted nuthatches. And because I was watching closely I noticed the return of the brown-headed cowbirds this morning.
I also noticed that those deer are nibbling away at the new pussywillow that I planted last spring. Stoopid deer. At least I have the deer killer.
I find counting birds for Project FeederWatch quite a fine way to spend part of a morning. I’m helping the birds. I’m learning to observe nature and identify birds. I get to swear my pajamas and drink coffee or tea while I’m doing it. And I don’t even have to work up a sweat. (That comes later—at the gym. Can’t get out of that.)
By the way, here’s my birdwatching station for Project FeederWatch.
Sweet!
Robin
After weeks to backbreaking labor that included hacking clay boulders the size of small cars into pebbles, hauling and digging in tons of leaf mulch and moistening and kneading bags and bags of peat moss into something workable, The Big Dig had left its marks on me.
In fact, I was now habitually admiring the raised, hard calluses on my hands at odd times. Fortunately, the hard labor also resulted in something that reasonably resembled garden soil.
The Early Garden – 2002
Since I had spent what must have amounted to dozens, if not hundreds, of quality hoeing hours ruminating on the new garden, I had a very clear idea of the garden layout—six rectangle beds surrounded by a 3’ border, with mulched pathways.
It was a happy day when I marched outside with a measuring tape, pencil, paper, ball of twine and some stakes. After some basic measuring of dimensions, I realized that our garden wasn’t even close to being the rectangle that I had originally described to our farmer friend with the disking machine. It was more like a trapezoid—a lopsided rectangle.
I realized I had no choice but to even things up with—oh my God—more digging. I did what any sensible woman would do in those circumstances. I cried.
The Early Garden – 2002
I measured, stretched and staked twine and then measured again. I could hear my mother’s voice from my sewing lessons days: “Measure twice, cut once.” (Yes, smy mother made me take sewing lessons—and typing classes. A whole year! Man, can I type.)
The final dimensions would be about 30’ x 40’. It took a whole extra day of digging to even out the lines.
When the digging was finally behind me—at least for now—I headed off to the garden center in Sparky, my 1983 Ford F100 pickup truck, and purchased 30 bags of Virginia Fines wood mulch. It was the happiest work yet to spread the mulch on the paths I had outlined in twine. The result actually started to look like a garden—even if we didn’t yet have any plants.
By the time all this work was done, it was well into the first week of May. I had no seeds started and no idea what would go where in my garden. I did have asparagus crowns, which I dutifully planted along one short border. Another trip in Sparky to the garden center loaded me up with tomatoes, cucumbers, Brussels sprouts, squash, peppers melons, Swiss chard and more. Yet another trip to a local herb farm ensured I had a good supply of herbs and the start of the perennial beds.
Planting was a happy event. But it became clear very quickly that something was missing—a fence.
More trips with Sparky to Lowe’s. Unfortunately, my options were not good. I couldn’t afford the fence of my dreams, so purchased materials for a 4’ green wire fence and a makeshift gate from a section of wire. I spent another weekend pounding 6′ stakes into hard ground and wrestling wire into them with stubborn little clips that only Mr. Rubrik could figure out. It wasn’t magazine material, but it was a start.
We had a bountiful harvest all summer long. Since there was no way we could eat all the vegetables, I would load up my car whenever I ran errands and drop bags of produce off to friends, my son’s teachers, the copy shop lady, the wine shop man. I was a regular Meals on Wheels!
If you read Bumblebee Blog much at all, you probably already know by now that subsequent years meant the installation of the fence of my dreams, a wooden picket fence with arbor gate. I also added raised beds made from 4” x 4” cedar boards and a 5’ wooden garden bench, where I could meditate—or pass out.
In my memory, the garden that first year was the most prolific ever. Everything was beautifully green and luscious. There were no pests. The rain was just right—not too much and not too little. The vegetables all tasted divine and were picture perfect.
If my first crops had failed I’m not sure I could have worked up the psychic energy to try again. Since then, I have come to believe that all new gardeners work under some charm. Initial gardening success is God’s way of ensuring that fledgling gardeners actually come back to give it a go the next year and look forward year after year to exploring what else nature can produce with a little help.
Birthing a garden is not for the faint of heart. But the rewards are indescribable.
Robin
I don’t know about you, but all I can think about is flowers, vegetables, seeds and soil.
I have a bad, bad case of garden deprivation.
Sure, I could go outside and do some cleaning, clearing and general tidying–not to mention some overdue leaf raking. But, heck. It’s 20 degrees outside! And I’m a wimp! I’d rather stay inside and play with my houseplants. Even when I’m outside with my little extortionist, I can hardly move from one spot.
I am having some green satisfaction. My seed orders are coming in. I managed to get the boards cut for my indoor lettuce boxes like those featured in the February/March issue of Organic Gardening magazine. I have a big Excel file going with a month-by-month, blow-by-blow “to do” list of all the things I need to remember to do in the garden. I have roped my husband into working on the logiics of the chicken coop Taj Mahal we’re building. And I’m also planning some early spring fieldtrips to get even more ideas.
One of my Phalaenopsis orchids. I wish they all looked this good right now!
The U.S. Botanic Garden is hosting the annual Orchid Show February 2 through April 13. This year’s theme is “An Alphabet Garden of Orchids” with–you guessed it–26 displays of several hundred orchids. This would be a wonderful day trip if only they had a tea room or sandwich shop. As it is, there’s nowhere convenient to eat and parking is horrid. I plan to park and lunch at Union Station and take a cab to and fro. If you’re in the D.C. area and want to get together for the event, let me know! We’ll do a blogger’s lunch and enjoy the rainforest and orchids. I can smell the soil and fresh plants now!
In March I’m heading to Philadelphia for the Philadelphia Flower Show, arguably the biggest and best flower show in the U.S. James Dodson wrote about the show and the obsessed gardeners who participate in Beautiful Madness. I plan to head up for a couple of days to tour and sit in on some of the workshops before the men in my life join me for a college visit to Villanova and some general R&R. Who’s going? Raise your hand!
So tell me, what are you doing to get your garden fix when it’s cold outside?
Robin
