My daughter would love to know that it is the Robin that lays all of those beautifully colored eggs:
Maybe now they’ll understand why Dad ignored their stories about school in order to hunt down the elusive Eastern bluebird:
I’ll encourage them to wow their friends by reeling off the little factoid that this isn’t a “Red Headed” woodpecker but a “Red-bellied” woodpecker:
This thing is just ugly as sin but we can’t ignore the fact that it takes care of all of the roadkill for us, and that is an underrated task:
We can all rejoice in the fact that I finally got a somewhat decent shot of the Ruby-crowned kinglet:
I can teach them all about the benefit of native plants and how they provide an environment that allows our winged friends to thrive:
We can all practice imitating the tune of the Catbird:
And won’t they be thrilled to know that the American Goldfinch is the state bird of New Jersey:
Even I forgot just how many birds I’ve tracked down this year. Good for me!
I really think I found the key to eventually get the kids to dig all of the holes in the garden for me. It starts with the birds and other wild animals and eventually makes it way back to what we need to plant and why.
Well played John … well played indeed.























































































































