How did Shakespeare describe it?
Spring’s ragged-edged advance
Well, maybe not, but he might have if he had lived in Canada. As Edmonton and Winnipeg enjoy late snowfalls and Ottawa looks forward to one next week, spring continues with two steps forward, one step back. This first full winter we’ve spent in Canada in many years and the first *ever* with a bird feeder has seen another first too: The first time I’ve had the opportunity to observe the seasonal changes in local bird populations.
Both winter and summer we hear the occasional cardinal and see the occasional downy woodpecker, but that’s not the real show. For most of the summer our backyard-mit-feeder is a scene from Finch Follies: house finches and American goldfinches predominate.
Through this past winter, however, there has been nary a finch. Redpolls have dominated the action: mostly commons but a hoary here and there by exception.
A few weeks ago the redpolls started coming in great flocks — maybe 50 birds at a time? — stripping the feeder in less than a day.
And then, overnight, there they were: Gone. North, I presume, but they left no forwarding address. I guess I’ll hold their mail until next December.
For a few days it was all quiet on the backyard front. Then yesterday, a flash of yellow. And another. American goldfinches flitted from tree to bush to tree, reconnoitering the feeder and finding its squirrel-discouraging, cayenne-dipped sunflower chips to be . . . something not quite right. Dangerous? Suspicious? Unappetizing? Fake? Dunno. But clearly not quite right.
Within an hour or so, though, they decided to give it a go and it now looks as if all is right with the feeder if not necessarily with the world. And if/when they pause long enough in some sunshine to allow a good through-the-window photo, all will be right mit my world, too.