For
The Birds
By
Jeanne Baratta (Fair Lawn's Kitchen
Elf)
A
recent topic on the Fair
Lawn News discussion board was about bird feeding. I found it ironic,
as I had just started feeding my backyard birds once again. I have always
enjoyed bird feeding and watching, but had stopped for a couple of years
mostly due to squirrel problems.
Now
I don’t want to start getting any hate mail from you animal lovers out
there, but I really do despise those bushy tailed rodents, and with good
reason! They wreak havoc in my garden, gnawing on my pumpkins, squash and
gourds, ripping down my prized sunflowers, digging up my annuals and bulbs
for no good reason. If they did these dastardly deeds for food, I would
not be so upset, but from studying them over time the only reason I can
come up with for their behavior is spite!
The
proverbial last straw for me was when I witnessed one rogue squirrel, (who
was feeding on dropped seed from my feeder with a group of sparrows),
maliciously picked up a sparrow and destroyed it in front of my eyes! I
will spare you the gruesome details, but let’s just say I was
traumatized and hence my birdfeeder was retired for a time. Nevertheless,
as always, I digress, back to those native Fair Lawn birds!
Many
people may not be aware of the array of birds we have in our “fair”
town. Just put up a feeder and you will wonder “where were all these
birds before I put out this food?” You have probably heard their songs
and never seen them, but they are out there.
The
black-capped chickadee is our family favorite, a very friendly little
bird, if you are lucky and patient enough you can get one to eat right out
of your hand. This is the bird that when you walk outside and other birds
scatter, he will stay and perch on the feeder for an uninterrupted meal
(see photo).
The Tufted Titmouse is another little gem of a bird you will find in Fair
Lawn, small and crested his whistle says “peter, peter, peter”. The
Downy Woodpecker, with his white spots on black wings, is one of my 6 year
olds favorites, we call him the “nervous bird” because he is always
bobbing and weaving and looking all around before he descends on our suet
feeder. You can tell the male from the female easily as the male has a red
head and the female does not. The first time I saw the American Goldfinch
I thought someone’s parakeet got loose! Actually, the Goldfinch is the
state bird of New Jersey. The male has the brightest yellow body, black
cap, with black and white wings and tail, where the female pales in
comparison with her grayish brown color and light yellow head. These
5-inch birds enjoy sunflower seeds (right off the plant) and thistle seed.
Common Sparrows, House Finch, Morning Doves and Cardinals can all be found
feeding off the ground, eating up whatever is dropped from the feeders
above.
Obviously,
I have relented and once again began bird feeding. My brother-in-law got
me started again when he told me about his visit to “Wild Birds
Unlimited” on Route 17 south in Paramus. What a wonderful store! The
people there are very helpful, after allowing me to browse undisturbed for
a good half hour, I finally asked for some help. I was in search of bird
food that squirrels would not eat. They suggested safflower seed, telling
me that the squirrels may try it but they won’t like it and will leave
the feeder alone. They were right. Of course, I could not stop there, I
also bought a “sock” filled with thistle for the goldfinch and a small
suet feeder and suet cakes that the woodpeckers enjoy. I am trying to talk
my husband into their entire “pole system”, where you can hang and
perch many different feeders and such from one main feeding station (ok, I
get a little obsessive).
If
you are wondering about my squirrel problem, well they do go after my suet
feeder, going so far as to unhook it from the tree and drag it around my
backyard, but I am working on it. For a while, I had my garden hose
stationed right by my backdoor, and in a flash I was out there spraying
them off my feeder. That worked for a while. Now, much to the amusement of
my children, I can be seen running outside banging, screaming and clapping
my hands until the squirrel relents and jumps out of my tree. I could
swear he is laughing at me, but I will have the last laugh…