Season of the Miniature

Summer solstice has passed, and the earth is reborn in miniature.

Tiny helicopter seeds on the manitoba maple are the size of my fingernail.

Acorns on the oak are tiny green pebbles.

Half-sized squirrels recklessly cross the ground near me, not yet having learned the caution of an adult.

Families of fledgling foragers feast! Magpie groups of about 5 birds array themselves in high bushes and low tree branches. The young, with their tell-tail stubby tail feathers, suitable for close quarters in the nest, still with the low raspy call of a nestling demanding food – always accompanied by the anxious adult shepherd with their long graceful tail & higher, piercing call.

A nuthatch came to the seed feeder yesterday, followed by another who watched from the tree, followed by a third – half the size of the adults. A young fledgling learning life outside the nest from her parents.

I’ve felt especially sympathetic to the nestlings this spring, as I cuddle close a young fluffy-headed chick of my own.

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2 thoughts on “Season of the Miniature

  1. eric blomquist

    Thanks Melissa, We have a pair of western tanager that come and test the cherries and they are so pretty I can’t chase them away!

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  2. 1s9h5e2r

    A great message. Sadly, I saw a pair of merlins chasing a terrified robin yesterday. I wondered if they caught it and if so, what that meant for its family. The merlins no doubt had nestlings to feed also. The harsh reality of nature.

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