Category Archives: bird bitch

I clicked my heels and mentioned you three times to the tree fellers at the bar. There’s no one like you. There’s no one like you. There’s no one like you. And nothing happened. I’m always mentioning you to strangers, all your fires and your feats. I need to stop because I’m sure you’re notContinue reading “The Sandhill Cranes”

Juvenile Western Bluebirds are flying erratically across the front yard from tree to tree. It’s as if they’re showing off they can fly now. Their beaks are too large for their face and they barely have any blue on them at all. At first I thought them to be juvenile European Starlings because of theContinue reading “things are starting to fall into place”

I’ve been gone for days and I like checking in on my house without me in it. There are more than a dozen live fires in the area and I left the living room light on. I’m hoping my Santa Lucia Island Sage will survive this heat without water. My mother is going to giveContinue reading “The Great-tailed Grackle Whisperer”

Maybe there’s a God above But, all I’ve ever learned from loveWas how to shoot somebody who outdrew you This nesting season, the Western Bluebird nesting boxes were taken over byEuropean Starlings. It wasn’t my intention to harbor this aggressively invasivespecies, but once it happened, what was I to do? Steal the eggs? Kill thefledglings?Continue reading “cavity nesters”

Everyone has a bird story as memorable as their first heartbreak, and as such, they want to tell it to who might know about birds or heartbreaks. I happen to know about both. Truth is, no one wants to know about your heartbreak or your birds, that’s why I write this blog. For me. MyContinue reading “Heartbreak and Birds”

My therapist says I’m going through all the stages of grieving. Honestly, I don’t know what the stages are, I just deal with things as they come. When I start to cry without warning, I go hide, when I suddenly get angry, I do the same. When I feel haunted, too. Before spring, I feltContinue reading “What stage of grief is Birdsong?”

If I told you the river here is my one and only love, would you believe me? Would you even think it possible? When I met the rodeo cowboy last winter, I think my heart mistook him for the river on the first day of spring with its blooms and birdsong and the promise ofContinue reading “Riverside”

I came home to find a juvenile House Finch dead at my back door. I know it wasn’t either of my animals because they were inside all day. “It must have been one of the cats who comes around.” I told The Hurricane. “It must have killed it at my feeder and left it atContinue reading “Flightless Feathers”