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Janet Sheridan: Bird matching

Janet Sheridan
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Do you notice birds?

Whether singers or squawkers, flashy or plain, aggressive or timid, the birds of Craig interest and entertain me. Hoping you like them as well, I’ve created a bird-matching game for today’s column. Six birds commonly seen in and around Craig are listed first; my unscientific descriptions follow. Your job is to match them.

Raven, Magpie, Blackbird, Robin, Chickadee, Hummingbird

Bird one: This bird enters yards with confidence. Independent and self-reliant, it spends a lot of time hopping, refuses to hang out with a flock, disdains feeders, and bathes in public unabashedly. I once saw a young one of the breed land on the rim of a birdbath and wobble precariously before flopping into the water-filled basin. After several efforts, soaked and frenzied, wings flapping franticly, it regained the rim. As I watched it totter, shudder. and shake, I imagined its thoughts: “I know bathing is what we do, but I don’t need no bath!”

Bird two: As though suffering from mistaken identities, three large, glistening birds, black-cloaked and sharp-nosed, stalked the street, played chicken with cars, and squabbled like sparrows. Next, one imitated a hummingbird’s quick spiral up and away; another went bobbin’ like a robin in a water-filled gutter; and number three attempted to trill like a warbler but settled for a mangled caw. Then suddenly, as though remembering their calling, the three flew to the crown of a cottonwood tree where they indulged in their favorite activity: harassing and belittling an unaware owl.

Bird three: This stylish bird dresses in a black cap, a bib, and layers of sculpted gray feathers. Unfortunately, its distracted personality clashes with its look of understated elegance. It flies into our yard, then flits to a tree, a feeder, a bush, and yet another tree as though it imbibed too much coffee for its small body. It never holds a pose nor enjoys a leisurely meal. Instead, it drops from a tree to our feeder, selects a single seed, and flies into another tree to eat it. Then, meal finished, it follows its erratic flight pattern from our yard to its next — brief — stop. And I relax.

Bird four: I sit still, struck by this bird’s Gothic look. It reminds me of a tiny, religious idol in a shadowed nook in a chapel of stones, towers, and turrets. Burnished bronze with a blood-red blaze shimmering on its chest, it could be a replica of a saint or martyr. Then I sneeze. The hovering bird turns its intense, pulsing, crimson heat toward me, wings spread and quivering as though nailed to a cross, feet dangling uselessly. We silently contemplate one another, then the luminous bird, losing the aura I had imagined for it, darts away in search of nectar.

Bird five: On Cedar Mountain, Joel and I heard staccato calls and sighted several slender-bodied birds. Startled airborne by our presence, they executed sharp turns with their rudder-like tails before crossing a ravine to perch on a juniper. Their high-luster black and white feathers, reminiscent of penguins or nuns, created a contrast as distinct as humanity’s split decision on the worth of these birds. Do they fly in eye-catching flocks or mischief-making gangs? Are they interesting, iridescent beauties or empty-headed, worthless thieves? Is their habit of eating the eggs of others responsible for the diminishing population of song birds or are household cats more to blame?

Bird six: A tumult of identical, ebony birds swooped into a tree and busied itself where not wanted, loudly chirping mindless inanities, littering haphazardly, dominating tree, yard, and neighborhood. We condemn these birds as pests when in a flock, but praise them as a dainty dish when set before a king.

Those of you who played my game have my appreciation; and those who enjoyed it, have my admiration.

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