Thursday, September 14, 2023
In bed at 9:30, awake at 4:58, and up at 5:20. 50°, high of 68° under clear skies and AQI of 18, wind Nw at 4 mph, 2-10/14. Sunrise at 6:30 at 85°E, sunset at 7:03, 12+33, losing more than 2.5 minutes/day.
Birdcast, a product of the Cornell Lab of Ornithology and Colorado State University. tells us that 337,000,000 birds, more or less, were migrating south last night as the daylight diminishes and the temperatures cool. Some start leaving their breeding grounds for their wintering grounds as early as July while others wait until October.
LTMW at 6:50, I see a tiny, immature downy woodpecker who seems to have set up shop on the sunflower/safflower feeder. He's been there for several minutes, pecking away like crazy, but appearing to do no eating of seeds. The tube is about 2/3rds full and continues to attract many chickadees while many others focus on the niger feeder. At 7:00, the sun is just under treetop level across the street, casting its beams through the trees onto Geri's seating spot on the sofa. The early morning sun, low in the sky,t enhances the beautiful red coloring on the male house finches who no longer seem to be paired up with their female nesting partners now that their yooung'uns have left their nests. The woodpeckers pretty much rule the roost when they are perched on the short tube, with 4 or 5 finches and song sparrows/siskins perched on top of the shepherd's crook waiting for the woodpecker to finish and fly away. At 8:30, a young mother and a friend walk briskly along Wakefield Court with a baby in a stroller and their dog. They are followed by another young couple with another stroller and child and dog. Norman Rockwell scenes. Life among the privileged.How the times and tastes have changed. While puttering around in my basement sanctuary a few days ago, I turned on Pandora and opted to listen to the Patti Page station, just because I nostalgically felt like listening to some of her lovely songs. "The singing rage, Miss Patti Page." One of songs that played was "Mockingbird Hill" which was a big hit in early1951 when I was 9 years old. I remember it well, hearing it often on WGN or WMAQ or whatever radio station happened to be playing on our kitchen radio in those days. I've been perseverating a bit on the song each of the last few days and thinking how incredibly corny the lyrics seem today and of how unthinkable that it would get a play on today's pop music stations. In 1951, it reached #2 on the popular music charts. How the times change.
Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee it gives me a thrill
To wake up in the morning to the mockin' bird's trill
Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee
There's peace and goodwill
You're welcome as the flowers on Mockin'bird Hill
When the sun in the mornin' peeps over the hill
And kisses the roses 'round my windowsill
Then my heart fills with gladness when I hear the trill
Of those birds in the treetops on Mockin'bird Hill
When it's late in the evenin' I climb up the hill
And survey all my kingdom while everything's still
Only me and the sky and an old whippoorwill
Singing songs in the twilight on Mockin'bird Hill
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