My life on the Concord River follows the rhythm of the river herself. The life I share with the all the living creatures who inhabit my small piece of paradise is one that offers great pleasure and, at times, perils. I get to watch as the drama unfolds, wondering if the animals I have come to cherish will survive the rules of the game Mother Nature set in place eons ago.
Franny has been attacked! She’s fine but has a bloodied wound on her head, probably delivered by the bird of prey who’s been lingering across the river.
At first I thought ‘osprey’ but when he made a bold move and came onto my property there was no denying it–hawk.
The shape of the tail eliminates Cooper’s hawk and leads me to believe its a sharp-shinned hawk. Either way, its talons are designed to grab and its beak built to rip. Last summer I watched a hawk grab a drake from the water, lift it about thirty feet into the air then drop it. The poor thing landed with a plop, quack, then flew off toward Lowell.
Back to Franny. She’s fine just more timid and in need of some Neosporin.
Clemant has been keeping a weathered eye out for any other creatures who would like to chomp on his lady love while Franny naps.
If I had to choose my favorite season it would be early spring. Uncovering my babies is like opening wondrous gifts. As I pull back the leaf litter each tender shoot smiles up at me. It’s like welcoming old friends into my life once again.
While cleaning the gardens I always have my camera ready which allowed me to capture a tender moment–the ceremonial feeding between Northern cardinals.
This is the second time I’ve witnessed the Northern cardinal’s bonding ritual. The male cracks a sunflower seed then feeds the meat to the female. In essence he’s saying, “Be mine. I will protect you and your eggs.” Or he might be saying, “Meet me behind the large oak. I’ve have handcuffs and a whip.” One never knows these days.
Today is April 3 and there’s snow falling on the Concord River. Mom Nature you certainly keep me guessing. You couldn’t do this before I uncovered all my plants. Now they’re blanketed in white and probably shivering to beat the band. Oh well, I’m sure you know what you’re doing.
Along with the snow I received a pair of house finches…
…and a lone female Northern cardinal.
Life on the river is never dull.
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I’ll leave you with a home movie, post injury, of Franny and Clemant. Blessed be. 🙂