2 Mercy unto you, and peace, and love, be multiplied.
3 Beloved, when I gave all diligence to write unto you of the common salvation, it was needful for me to write unto you, and exhort you that ye should earnestly contend for the faith which was once delivered unto the saints.
Some birds really like nuts. The Harris’s Sparrow chose this over the little millet seeds.
Other birds seem absolutely terrified of them.
This poor Baltimore Oriole didn’t know what to do when I hung up the peanut ring in its earlier spot. This is the closest he ever got to the orange. Most often he just hovered then settled on the ground. As soon as the big beast was moved to a different part of the yard, he went back to his jelly.
14 For this cause I bow my knees unto the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ,
15 Of whom the whole family in heaven and earth is named,
16 That he would grant you, according to the riches of his glory, to be strengthened with might by his Spirit in the inner man;
In common language, this is the Sparrow family. But that is misleading. Not all are named Sparrow. You have Juncos, Longspurs, a Bunting, and Towhees. In Iowa, there have been seen 26 of these birds. Also, a couple of birds that are named Sparrow are not true sparrows. A list of Emberizids can be found here.
Our Lincoln’s Sparrow has returned!
This has been the time for sparrows. In the last week, we’ve seen in our yard this fellow, Swamp, White-crowned, White-throated, and our beloved Harris’s Sparrows. And this batch of Harris’s is feisty! They want no one eating their food. It was funny watching them charge after the HOSP!
Talking about House Sparrows, you may know their numbers are decreasing in their native land over in Europe. People here joke about wanting to ship them back. I have to wonder how would the Americanized HOSP handle life across the big pond? Would they be the same aggressive bird as here and then become a pest? Or would they struggle to survive as their relatives?
Not sure if I am happy or not. We got our first of the year House Wren in the yard today (29 April). They are cute little things with a perky song. But the males get bored and cause some ugly trouble for other birds. He is fairly early this year compared to last.
And all his/her friends. We had a brief encounter last week, when a little one saw one at the feeders. I questioned him, not being sure if he really saw a Harris’s sparrow. Do I put it on the year list?? As we were leaving that day, I heard the unmistakeable song of a Harris’s. That was all the proof I needed. I never did see the little dear as we were gone much of the day. So here is an older picture until they come back again to rest and fatten up for the long journey to their up-near-the-tundra home.
25 Therefore I say unto you, Take no thought for your life, what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink; nor yet for your body, what ye shall put on. Is not the life more than meat, and the body than raiment?
26 Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?
14 Stand therefore, having your loins girt about with truth, and having on the breastplate of righteousness;
15 And your feet shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace;
16 Above all, taking the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked.
Here is our friendly owl.
Should have known-
Harris’s was the first to try
This strange feeder guy.
A new visitor-
Came to eat at our patch.
“Not only will he eat;
But on my head,
He puts his feet.”
Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven.
Of course, it was a Harris’s Sparrow who was first to try out our new bath. I like this bath as it holds more water than our other. When these were taken, it was quite warm out, but now the bird bath heater is hooked up, keeping the water at a balmy 40 degrees.
The first one was not part of the 8x’s, but the one directly before I changed the setting. I still enjoy that feature with all the surprises that come up. The lighting wasn’t the best, but I do enjoy catching the motion of water when the sun is shining brightly.
Sorry about all the Harris’s posts. They are a favorite. We enjoy them quite a bit, except for the times we need to get them out of the traps they keep getting themselves into.
66 Thus saith the Lord, The heaven is my throne, and the earth is my footstool: where is the house that ye build unto me? and where is the place of my rest?
2 For all those things hath mine hand made, and all those things have been, saith the Lord: but to this man will I look, even to him that is poor and of a contrite spirit, and trembleth at my word.
- Not again!
Caught in a trap.
I will keep you.
Just a moment before release.
What are we to do with these little ones? Sigh…
The bird was held only long enough to get it out of its predicament and a quick picture. This is a first-winter Harris’s Sparrow. The adult would have a black throat. See this page with photos of both immature and adult.