“All living things contain a measure of madness that moves them in strange, sometimes inexplicable ways. This madness can be saving; it is part and parcel of the ability to adapt. Without it, no species would survive.”
I had a different story for you today. One that started out with beautiful spring skies, and warm breezes, birds chirping and arriving to their summer homes a bit early. And then the bottom dropped out, and we had this….this frigid cold, and snow….days of snow. Snow that froze my daffodils and hyacinths to the ground and kept them there for 4 days.
Snow in April is common here. We get dustings, and even up to 3, 4 or 5 inches. But it melts fast. In all my days here, I have never seen so much snow in April, 8 or more inches for 2 days, and no melting even when it stopped. Cold January and February temps, in the 20s and teens, instead of normal early April temps in the 40s and 50s.
And as I tell this story, our snow is still here. And my flowers are still suffering. But the more poignant part of the story was not about me, and my whining about my poor flowers. It was about the birds, and especially the American Robins. They came back in March. The last to arrive were here on the first full day of spring…our lovely warm spring that has disappeared.
We have loads of robins who visit us. They pair off, and make their home claiming the land between every 2-3 houses. Staking their territory to start their home and raise their young. And our pair has been coming here now for 3 years running. We know because the female greets us every morning by banging on the window. She is the only one to ever do this, and she has been doing it now for three years. But that is another story you can read here.
The robins are used to a bit of snow, and cold. But this snow swallowed the ground, and not a bit of it was left uncovered. Why is this significant? Because robins eat worms and insects in spring, which were nowhere to be found in the snow. See my poor daffodil buds languishing in the snow.
And it didn’t dawn on me that they would be suffering until I saw this. Our female struggling in the Barberry branches. At first I thought, why would she choose to perch in this thorny bush, where the branches are vertical and packed tight with barely any breathing space. And then I saw it….
She was eating the berries formed last fall. We have never seen any birds eating these berries. Which is a good thing, as the seeds then are scattered (if the birds eat the berries), and this invasive bush colonizes in forests pushing out the native understory plants. But this day I was glad for the barberry berries as were the robins.
I do have lots of berry producing bushes that are native and preferred by the birds, but those were picked clean in late summer and fall.
Another sign they were eating these berries, was the tell-tale red droppings in the snow, and on my front porch bench.
They found evergreens or trees with dense branches for some shelter, but their isn’t much here as the trees are not leafing out for another month. For birds to survive the cold, it is essential they have food, stay still, especially if they can’t find much food, and use their metabolism to generate heat. And they puff up their feathers to keep the cold air away from their skin, and trap body heat.
Of course they need water to drink, but all puddles and ponds were frozen. So at first, I saw them eating snow often to stay hydrated. As the snow on the driveway and roads melted and formed tiny puddles, they drank from those.
Seeing their little foot prints in the deep snow, broke my heart. They seemed to prefer staying on the ground, even sitting on top of the snow in sheltered areas.
I have plans to take out the barberry bush in the next year or so, but I will make sure we replace it with a nice berry producing bush, and maybe add a couple more along the side of the house just in case. After all, we have lots of bird friends who like berries, so the more the better.
I guess I should have realized the burden this unexpected weather would put on these birds, but we are so used to seeing birds here all winter. Of course our full-timers, as I call them, are acclimated to our climate and know how to survive. Unfortunately for the visitors, they are not used to this, but boy they are wired to survive, and find what they need.
I was buoyed by their feistiness, and their determination. It pulled me out of my snowy weather doldrums, and made me see the bigger picture beyond my flowers….which I bet may survive after all. I won’t count them out yet either!
With this wildlife story, I am joining in the meme Wildlife Wednesday hosted by Tina@My Gardener Says that happens the first Wednesday of every month, and with Saturday’s Critters hosted by Eileen@Viewing nature with Eileen that happens every Saturday. I am also linking in with with Judith@Lavender Cottage who hosts Mosaic Monday, and Michelle@Rambling Woods for her Nature Notes meme. It is a great way to see what is happening in nature around the world every week.
Note: I’ll tell you the nice spring critter story next month, and give you any updates on the robins. Also please excuse some of the pictures…between the weather, dirty windows and screens they made for some dark and out of focus shots.
I leave you with another thought about nature and surviving. Feel free to download the photo and share.
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