In the world of back yard birding, you have not hit the climax of
birding, until you get the all elusive bluebird to your feeders. In this
endeavor to attain the Harps playing moment, you can literately become
insane! Trust me I know. I don't believe there is a trick or treat I
haven't tried to get these little blue-bird winged wonders of beauties,
to my yard.. My daughter and sister-in-law, on the other hand have heard
the harps. They call me and post pictures, with me tagged in them, all
over facebook every time they show up, which is daily it seems. They
have no mercy!! This year I started with my Christmas tree, thinking it
would be a great place to hang home made suet and other treats. Mind
you, I have been backyard birding for 18 years. However one thing I
have hated from childhood is cold weather and, even though I have grown
up and lived in New England most of my life, I hate, hate, hate the
cold. My husband Keith however, wants me to at least LIKE winter, so in
his ever determined effort he bought me a brand new pair of snow shoes
for Christmas.. January 2nd came with the temperatures freezing, and
me more determined then ever to win the war of obtaining the climax of
backyard birders, the blue bird. So having never in my life worn
snowshoes and, since we had about a foot of fresh snow, I headed out. I
was armed with my tree in the gigantic plastic bag that now comes with
fresh trees, in one hand, my trusty homemade suet in the other and my
feet adorned and my trusty new snow shoes. There I stood in the
mid-minus below zero something degree weather and heavy wind. The cold
hit me hard! It was so cold that all the lining in my nose and
everything else in there froze instantly. I was sure I was near death
from hypothermia, but I'm a Backyard birder!! So with my head held high
and determination in my freezing bones, I took my first step. BAM, down
I went! I was face first in the snow! The suet went everywhere, and
landed like victims in a white winter massacre all over my front
yard. My snow shoes had gotten tangled up and caught in the giant
plastic bag that held the now former Christmas tree. The instructions
said nothing about this potential hazard. So once I regained my footing,
I picked up my spillage and waited for the laughter of my son, peering
out the window from the warm and toasty house, to stop and off I went.
I got the tree to stand unsupported in the snow, and then hung all the
very pretty ornaments of blue-bird treats. There it stood, in all it's glory like a piece of winter art for bluebirds. A Christmas tree and me, waiting to hear the sound of harps as a blue bird came to perch on it's glorious branches.
Two days later not a single blue bird had shown up!
So off me and my winter wonderland man went, to the tractor supply
store to get more seed, suet, and anything else we could buy to arm
ourselves with, that would attract these blue beauties that we already
hadn't bought. Then one hundred dollars later and every treat a
bluebird could want, including nasty meal worms all dehydrated in a
clear plastic container, homeward bound we headed. The next day I was
determined to make new treats to hang on my bluebird ornamental beauty
Christmas tree. However when I looked outside, it wasn't there. The
blue bird Christmas tree of wonder was gone! The high winds had taken
it, with all the pretty ornaments and thrown it 100 feet into the
neighbors yard. I watched in horror out my window as their chickens were
having a gourmet feast on all my pretty little bluebird treats. Thank
the good Lord for Keith, because he headed outside and rescued it and
what ornaments he could. He resurrected the tree and tied it to a post,
so this catastrophe would not happen again. Imagine those chickens. They
had no shame what so ever. I'll think of this the next time I eat their
bluebird suet fueled eggs. Little thieves!
Anyway, later that day I
made more suet treats and hung them out. That night after reading about
some other things that Blue Birds liked, as if we didn't already have
everything, I decided that the next morning I would head to our local
Ben Franklin/Ace Hardware store where they have a great variety of bird
items, and buy the things I needed. While perusing the store of birding
items, I told the sales lady of my blue bird dilemma to see if she had
any suggestions. All she offered me was a, "Oh yes I gets blue birds",
with no shame or compassion for me and my plight. Two gentlemen walking
by heard our conversation, and with their chest puffed up, blasted out
of their ever proud bluebird glory mouths, that they get blue birds all
the time, all year long and have for years!!!! I even think I saw
blue feathers flying around their heads as they spoke. I purchased my
goods and headed home, wounded in my backyard birding soul. I was more
determined then ever to attract even one bluebird to my feeders. It was
at least two weeks later and I still hadn't seen a flash of blue,
except from the bluejays that eat me out of bird-feeder and suet. A few days later Keith and I decided to go and try out our snowshoes. He got a pair also. You have to understand the mind of a backyard birder. It thinks in ways that most humans don't, BIRD ATTRACTION. In my ever racing mind of how can I get blue birds, I found out they like sumac, and even though it was freezing out, for me anyway, I was super excited to head outside. I thought, I can take my clippers with us and get some Sumac plumes to bring home and THEN I will finally get bluebirds! So off we went, my brain racing with beautiful bluebird beauties in my mind and my eyes peeled for sumac. We headed east on Route 101. We passed a huge amount of sumac at exit 8 except that it was on the west bound side.
UPDATE!!!!
March 2, 2013I was laying in bed sick, when the sounds of HARPS were playing in my backyard unbeknown to me.. My husband went out side and was standing in the backyard, when he saw the blue beauties going after suet in a homemade feeder I had made from a clementine box. He ran in the house and came running upstairs to deliver the wonderful halleluiah news, and even though I felt like I was on my death bed, the news brought instant healing to my virus ridden body.. The harps played!!! I jumped out of bed and ran downstairs and perched my self in front of the window, and with in minutes, wisp of blue caught my eyes.. There they were.. My heart swelled, the harps played and heaven was brought down into my little small corner of NH.. All was right with my world.. Since that glorious March day, they have stayed and have been getting fat on meal-worms. A male and female have been scouting one old blue-bird box, my sister-in-law gave me years ago, that only some chipmunks I believe have used. They are in and out of it all day, but no nest is in it..
I think the other birds feel a bit slighted over my favoritism, but as they say, "it is what it is", sorry birdies, I still love them too, but, <sigh> I'm in love.. ♥























