The Bird House

Hello everyone, and once again Thanks for joining me here.images (4)

To blog or not to blog, that is the question and I have only been doing this now for just on one year and still in the learning curve of what it is all about…heck my head is still in the clouds since signing with Vanilla Heart Publishing, but believe me, even though I am reaching for the stars, my feet are still on the ground.

For those of you who do not know where I live it is no secret… I live in South Africa; on the Eastern Cape coast with bush all around us…a couple of log homes scattered through the area and if and when we need supplies…it is a thirty kilometer trip into the nearest town, which brings me to the subject of this blog.

BIRDS…Not the kind we find on the beach on a summers day but the feathered kind that have prompted me to rename our home from The Dog House to The Bird House. It all started with my lovely wife putting out bread crumbs for all the small creatures that come out at night, and then she found that seed was attracting birds to our house and what started out as a once a day feed for them has developed into an almost full time occupation.

Bird feeders’ all over the bush that surrounds our home and it is amazing just how tame these wild birds get. Heck they even come calling and announce themselves when they arrive, and that is since cheese has been introduced to the buffet that is put out for them. The interior of our home has been inspected a couple of times by our feathered visitors…fly in…look around…fly out until the next time.

The main culprit is the Drongo…these guys are so intelligent. They come when we call…”Hey Tweet, where are you?” and within a minute we have three or four of these birds landing near us…Lucie talks to them and they tweet in response…and when they arrive we get a call…almost like…’Hey I’m here, where is the cheese?’ and once they have had their fill, they leave with a Thank you tweet…until next time.

The truth of the matter is that these birds keep my wife on the hop…they love peanut butter, cheese, bread crumbs as well as the wild bird seed we manage to buy in town…in fact life is so good, the minute the sun rises, we have birds gathering, waiting to see what is on the menu for the day, and as a reward, we have birds in the surrounding bush all day long. Their songs just never stop and it is awesome.

In fact I have it on good authority that the local weaver gang are relocating their nests…closer to the house…as long as they stay outside…Pooch will only tolerate so much.

Below are pictures of the invasion of the birds…Enjoy them as much as we do.

A Bird 1

The Weaver.

The Drongo a bird 2        a bird 3

The Mouse Bird a bird j (4)

The Shrikea bird dfs

The Oriel A BIRD FD(4)

The Bulbula bird d (4)      a bird e

The Bishopa bird s         a bird r

The Wag-TailA BIRD GHY      a bird n (4)

The Southern Masked Weaver   A bIRD

The Fly Catcher a bird f (4)

The Hoopoo A bird hopo

Hope you enjoyed the birds, we do and remember stay safe and take care, you never know what is watching from the shadows….Sleep Tight.


One thought on “The Bird House

  1. you’re a lucky man Paul, although I have quite a few birds coming in my garden in France too, even had a tit nesting and laying five eggs, but only one chick survived. You’re mentioning a drongo, fierce little bird, I’ve seen many of them chasing eagle away, even getting a grip on the back of the big birds and holding tight, bit of a rodeo lol. We used to call him Jacky Butcher at the lodge, but it seems that his nicknames are either Jacky the hangman or the Butcher bird, in France he is known as the Crook for a different reason, all nicknames suiting him well… I’ll let you find why it deserves all these names ;-). There are so many stories about the birds that you could write a novel with one of them as hero…may be one day, who knows 🙂


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