Bird Stories from Readers

Sunday I shared a very inspiring story from Kim that she sent in after getting my newsletter last month. But she wasn’t the only one  who shared bird stories. I think they will have you smiling, and smiles are always good.

First up here is a fun little fact about our Kentucky cardinals that Mary shared.

Just a little bird story – a gentleman spoke at my daughter’s homeschool library event several years ago. He said that cardinals here in KY have a “southern accent” compared to cardinals in northern states such as NY. I have not done any research into the matter to confirm or deny the claim, but it causes me to ponder each time I hear the cardinals sing here in Kentucky! 

So now if you hear a bird with a southern accent, you’ll know it’s a Kentucky cardinal. 🙂  Now here’s a story from Mandy about her friend, a real bird lover.

This bird story is true and funny. My friend I used to work with had a bird to fly into her sliding glass door. When it did it knocked itself out! Well she picked it up and blew into its little beak and using two fingers, she pumped its chest up and down. Just like CPR! It just raised up looked at her and flew away. You won’t believe my friends name…..Birdie!

I’ve had birds run into my windows in spite of the precautions I’ve taken to try to keep that from happening. I put up some ribbons to fly around and let them know they should go another way. But a few times when the birds have banged into the windows anyway, I’ve gone out to pick them up and carry them to the safety of a bush to let them recover, but I never thought about giving the bird chest compressions!

Cassady shares a story that everybody but her dad probably thought was very funny.

I have a very funny story related to birds. My family and I live in Ohio and enjoy walking along Lake Erie in the summer. One such day when we were walking on the trail to one of Lake Erie’s many beaches my Dad had an interesting experience. My family and I always enjoy seeing the many birds that fly around near the lake the most common of which is the red-winged black bird. We were talking about the different types of birds we saw and pointing them out to each other. Suddenly we noticed one red-winged black bird flying low towards us. We oohed and aahed, until the bird came at my Dad’s head, tore out a good bit of his hair, and flew off. It seems this bird felt that Dad’s hair would be the perfect addition to its nest.

Finally here is Kayla who might surprise you with something she actually likes to do besides feeding birds.

Interesting you mentioned birds. I have numerous bird feeders filled in the wintertime and in spring, summer, and fall I have many, MANY hummingbird feeders! I call myself old fashioned because I love to wash dishes, I had a dishwasher and I removed it and put in a large cabinet for pots/pans. While I stand at my sink washing dishes I can look out into my yard at my bird feeders and watch the many birds. This year we’ve had an abundance of blue jays and one huge woodpecker. We don’t have fancy birdfeeders but my husband surprised me with a very nice, large birdfeeder back in September. He put it out under the tree directly in front of my kitchen window on a very large, sturdy shepherd’s hook. Unfortunately a few weeks later a hungry bear not only tried (unsuccessfully) to get into my chicken pen, but he did, successfully, tear down my newest and nicest bird feeder. I told my husband that’s my “sign” to just buy cheaper bird feeders! 

Bears have a way of making feeding birds very interesting and often difficult, but sounds as if Kayla is sticking with it. But I’m keeping my dishwasher. Now here’s a super sweet story from Sonja from when she was a little girl.

As a little girl in Minnesota, I often found baby birds that had fallen from the nest. I would take them home and feed and care for them until they could be on their own. One of my faves was a cute baby robin and she was as tame as a puppy. As she prepared to go out on her own, we expected that would be the end. But this sweet robin migrated and returned every year. She would come to our window and peck at it till we realized she was there. We would throw her some food. She loved hamburger! As the spring continued she would have her own babies and would bring them to us to show as they left their nest. It was the sweetest thing. I actually wrote a little article about it as a kid and read it from time to time. It brings sweet memories to my mind.

Isn’t that the sweetest story ever? Thanks to all of you for sharing your bird stories.

Barb M was the winner of my giveaway of my book, Love Comes Home. In her comment on my Valentine post, she said it always made her happy to come home to her husband. How nice was that!

Which story did you like best?

Oh, and did you like the picture of the red-headed woodpecker that came to my bird feeding tree a couple of years ago?