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SOME OTHER WILD BIRD STORIES
Bird Watching Stories
(Go Back to Wild Bird Page Contents)
 
» No Barbeque this Summer 
» Barn Swallow "Mama"  
» Just How Does a Bird Eat Bees?  
» My Birdwatching Adventures in Costa Rica
 » Just Another Golden Eagle 
» Four Birds in One Tree: 
A Few Days of Birdwatching in England
 
» Four Calling Birds??? 
» A Very Unique Cardinal 
» Narcissism or Territorial
Defense: Macho Cardinal
 
  
» The Last Companion Carolina Paroquet 
» The Ever-Popular Chickadee  
» Convergent Evolution: Meadowlark and Longclaw 
» Barrel Cactus Confrontation 
» Galahs Playing Around and Around and Around ...  
» Who Made Up This Stuff?
Bird Call Mnemonics
 
 
» Mesmerizing a Goldfinch 
» The Best Mimic?  
» Prairie Chickens and Woodcocks:
Missouri Ornithology
 
» Mob Mentality: Who is Really in Control of the Skies?
» The Owl Who Sat Down Beside Me 
» Meeting Hot Shot: The Toddler Peregrine Falcon  
» Seeing 'Sea Parrots'
in Alaska
 
 
» A Rare and Unusual Bird 
Meeting Roger Tory Peterson
 
» Raven Showoffs 
» Reddish Egrets and Canopy Feeding 
»  Robins and Worms 
Hear, See, Smell, or Feel?
  
 » What Are You Doing Here? Scissortail Flycatcher
» Hospital Hallucinations  
» Wild Bird "Attacks": Just Misunderstandings? 
» Drunken Waxwings and an Unusual Hummingbird Feeder
 »  Aransas in the Fog:
Whooping Cranes
 
 » Acorn Woodpecker Defending its Stash
» Why Woodpeckers Don't Get Headaches: Built in Shock Absorber 
 
PERHAPS THEY WEREN'T ATTACKS
BUT ONLY MISUNDERSTANDINGS?
 by Sally Blanchard
    My first real memory of an interaction with a wild bird was when my family lived outside of Philadelphia. I was about 8 years old and I spent a lot of time playing in the front yard, which was full of big trees. I built little towns around one huge Tuliptree. There were also lots of birds around and I loved to see what they were doing. My mother told me that I always talked to them. Perhaps it was because my best buddy was my budgie Mickey. 
    One morning when I went to my "town", there were two baby blue jays sitting on one of the buildings (I think it was part of a Fort Apache set?) When I walked towards them, the youngsters fluttered away towards the street. I was worried that if they went into the street a car could run over them so I ran to the street to head them off in another direction. Out of nowhere, a screeching kamikaze blue jay hit my forehead and scraped its feet along the top of my head. It hurt but more than anything my feelings were hurt. My mother came out to see what was going on and heard me trying to explain to the jay who had launched several more attacks, "I was just trying to save your babies" and then I sat down on the curb and cried. At least the babies stayed out of the street.  
    Since that time I have been "attacked" by several other birds, mostly because of my intense and occasionally inappropriate curiosity. I was very interested in a Swainson's Hawks nest with babies in it. One of the parents gave me a new part in my hair with a red "dye job" when I got too close. I also got too close to a nest of fledging scissor-tail flycatchers and one of the parents expressed her (or his) dissatisfaction with my presence. I was crawling on my belly before sunrise in Missouri to see prairie chickens dance and I flushed a short-eared owl that almost flew into my face. Another time, I was turning the corner outside my garage and a fleeing house sparrow collided with my chest. He was closely followed by a merlin falcon that barely avoided a collision with my face. 
    One thing is sure, you can get a lot closer to wild bird if they don't have babies to protect. Clearly the message to me from the birds that had babies was to M.Y.O.B. Once I learned my lesson, I got a more powerful pair of binoculars. 




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