by Donna Lewis
January 31: My first Purple Martin to arrive at my site. It was an adult male. Oh, I was excited…
The scouts are first to arrive. They are normally the older birds. They are really not scouting anything. Who gave them that name?
So, my little friend first sat on top of the gourd rack until the bluebirds ran him off. After many more Martins arrive, the Bluebirds give up and mind their own business.
He then flew to the front pasture, where the apartment house is. He stayed there an hour.
I watched him with my binoculars until I remembered to go and get my camera. In the few minutes I was away from the window he left and has not returned.
The picture was for the blog only, not for me. After over 50 years I know what they look like pretty good!
So today, February 1st, we had an ice storm…no wonder he left. I might like to leave too. I hate cold weather!
So, what happens if the Martins cannot find food for five days or so? It’s not a good thing. They usually do not survive. They are picky eaters, only using live flying insects as their food.
And when it is bad weather, especially ice, the bugs don’t fly. Just like airplanes. They are grounded.
So sad. Yes, I have tried dried meal worms and throwing up live crickets to them. No success. By the way, the crickets that went up in the air and back down on my face now reside here with me in the pasture. I can hear them singing in the summer months.
I stepped just outside for a few minutes and took these photos of the ice on the Martin housing. All I can say is burrrrrrr.
I may not pass through this world but once.Stephen Grellet
Any good, therefore, that I can do or any kindness I can show to any fellow creature,
let me do it now.
Let me not defer or neglect it, for I may not pass this way again.