Hurricane Residuals

Day 162

I finally got around to having someone in to clean up the mess made when the cedar three went over last October during hurricane Sandy.  I know, it seems like a long time to wait, but well, it’s how it worked out.  There was no danger, and so many other things to do.

My friend Jim planted those cedars when I first moved to the farm – oh, 25 years ago or more.  They were little things then, and there were four of them.  As of today, only one is still standing – massive and vulnerable.  Hurricanes have taken them all, one by one.  I could name the trees by their nemeses – Floyd, Irene, Sandy.  I miss those trees.  They were my best shield from northern winds, and they gave me a sense of privacy – though the road is a long way away, and it probably isn’t an issue, the sense of it was nice.  I don’t know what I can plant to replace them.  Maybe Italian Cypress – the weather is always going to be a problem, but with a deep enough tap root, maybe I can get something to withstand the blasts…

162_365 Guitars

On another front, I have a blue bird house by the studio that is constantly occupied during the season, in spite of being directly in a traffic path – ok, maybe talking about me moving about is hardly traffic, still it seems very sociable for the birds to be that close to the action.  I don’t do it often, but since I don’t have to touch anything, a photo doesn’t seem to be a bother.  The babys are growing – they are finally starting to get pin feathers and color – I’m pretty sure the parents are happy to see it.  They must be about exhausted trying to keep the four chicks fed.

Baby Blues


  1. The baby birds are as special to see as your guitar this morning. I had robins nest under the eves of my portico at the front door. Four hatched and now they seem to be hanging out around the back yard. It was a thrill to check on them everyday and watch them be fed. Mama didn’t seem to mind our peering out the windows and dad was a big ol’ macho boy (never thought I’d use that term for a robin) who perched at the edge of the nest protectively watching the fab four grow.

    • Over the years I have fostered a number of robins, grackles, gold finches, Canada geese, and other orphaned birds. The robins are always really the easiest – even when they have been blown out of a tree, once they are fed and stable, I can put them out in the grass and a robin will find them – probably the parents, but I’m not always certain. It is really interesting behavior. I may have to put the babies in the yard a couple of times before they are adopted – but it always happens. It is a beautiful thing 🙂

  2. Baby birds are so fascinating! They go from impossibly immature to full adults so quickly and all it takes is a never ending stream of parents ready to shove new things down their throat! It makes me happy to be human and know how to use a grocery store.

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