First off, last week I forgot to give an update of my chirping side neighbors. I had not spied on the babies for several days because the weather had turned chilly and I did not want mama to fly leaving her chicks to face the cold alone. Saturday they were quite chatty. I could hear them chirping away as I watched my husband pulling out the pansies under the sand cherry tree. Stealthily I approached the spruce tree, however mama zoomed away quickly. The chattering quickly died as I parted the limbs. They became still as statutes while they fastened their beady eyes on me.That nest is very crowded, so as soon as they can break free, they will be gone. It must be quite the balancing act when mama is home too.
Apparently we have quite the nursery within our vegetation. Aren’t these photo the saddest sight? My husband thinks there is a nest in the honeysuckle vine that drapes over our fence. I looked but could not locate it. We left for dinner, so I checked to see if it was still there when we returned. No sign of this chick.
So you’ve read a little of this, now it’s time for some of that. River birch trees are incredibly interesting with its peeling bark. Last week I wrote about how the river birch altered its growing to avoid the roof. This week I must tell you about the seed cone of this tree. They hang like tassels flinging their pollen in the wind. Everything, I mean everything takes on a greenish-yellow cast. Once the pollen has left, the seed cone drops. We call these seed cones worms, because that’s what they look like as they hang in the tree and on the ground.
Recently we had quite a bit of rain. All drain spouts were awash in the “worms” of the birch. They lay on the concrete like dried worm carcasses. As I gazed up through the vivid green leaves to the brilliant blue sky, I noticed most of the tassels were gone. Thank goodness! Now we can get back to enjoying the beauty of the tree.