Tuesday Musings.


Our weather of late has been for the birds and that does not apply only to ducks.

I’m not merely using the derogatory expression “for the birds” because often birds embrace this rainy weather.

Of course, after a big rain the Robins seize that opportunity to scrounge around the soggy grounds where they can extricate fat and juicy worms. I interrupted a Robin’s endeavors momentarily yesterday, when I walked out the door, laced up and all geared up for a walk, but, Mother Nature had other plans for me.  After running the car and taking out the garbage, it started to spit, then drizzle.  But that Robin persevered with his breakfast and afterward was clearly in Hog Heaven.  He pulled, tugged and yanked at one poor worm and I imagined the worm inside the ground, trying to hang on with all its might, refusing to meet it fate.  Finally it just succumbed, sliding slowly through the moist earth and right into the red-breasted bird’s mouth.

Yup, it’s a cruel world out there sometimes.

But other times, life is like a musical.

First, we have “Singin’ in the Rain” … this is the smaller-sized birds who love to tuck themselves along the back bedroom window ledges where they are protected from the elements because they are under the patio roof. Sunday, and, again early Monday, I heard the birds warbling way before daybreak.  It was pouring raining and they were singing right behind my head, not even mindful of the raindrops.  At first, I reached over and grabbed the alarm clock, thinking I had somehow overslept, but no, the alarm hadn’t gone off, the sun wasn’t even up yet.

I had to admit that birdsong was melodic, and, by then I was wide awake, so I laid there listening to the peaceful sound. The birds’ sweet song reminded me of the first pair of radio headphones I got from Radio Shack.  It had memory settings for your favorite AM and FM stations, but, it also had a “Relaxing Sounds” channel.  There were several buttons for relaxing sounds like a babbling brook, singing birds, rain, the seashore and even a train rolling along on railroad tracks.  I tried ‘em all – liked ‘em all, and many times I’d put the headphones on to enjoy those nature sounds and imagine I was in a locale many miles away.

I like to hear the pitter patter of rain on the patio roof as it is soothing, especially if thunder and lightning are not in the mix. I even like Eddie Rabbitt’s song “I Love a Rainy Night”, especially if I am hunkered down in the house and don’t have to go out in that inclement weather.

Those birds seek refuge from the weather and feel they have a safe haven, and, I’m happy to provide it to them, as long as they are not building nests in the coach light elbow. So far this year, those pesky Robins have stayed away, but Spring and bird birthin’ season is not over yet.

The other safe haven for birds is next door at Marge’s house. Last month I wrote about the Mourning Dove that built a nest and laid an egg inside an ornamental wire mesh planter on her deck.  Marge was excited to see the egg and quickly researched “Mourning Doves” online to determine their nesting habits and incubation period for the egg.  She pinpointed the “hatch date” for Good Friday.  We learned that Doves mate for life and share responsibilities.  The male sits in the nest on the eggs during the daylight hours; the female incubates the eggs overnight.  Marge documented their visit with near-daily photos.

Mom Dove

Every day she witnessed what I referred to as “Dove love” wherein the parents took turns warming that egg, then staying close to their baby, a/k/a a “squab” after it hatched.

Baby Dove A

Surprisingly, that baby was not to live a life of Riley for long, however. Within a week, the fledgling was kicked out of the nest, and was photographed sitting on the rim of the mesh basket, having already aced Mom and Pop’s flying lessons.

Baby Dove B

Sadly, it was only a matter of time before the Dove family was ready to abandon the nest, with their offspring in tow, and, thus “Bye Bye Birdie” was the theme last Saturday.

This onslaught of rain sure has wreaked havoc with my walking goals. I was close to reaching 250 miles walked in 2017 before all this wet weather put a kibosh on my morning routine.  Hopefully I can get back on track tomorrow, otherwise Sunday might be the next best chance to walk.

Rain is not always music to my ears, unless it is overnight, so … just sign me “Soggy and Saturated”.

About Linda Schaub

This is my first blog and I enjoy writing each and every post immensely. I started a walking regimen in 2011 and decided to create a blog as a means of memorializing the people, places and things I see on my daily walks. I have always enjoyed people watching, and so my blog is peppered with folks I meet, or reflections of characters I have known through the years. Often something piques my interest, or evokes a pleasant memory from my memory bank, so this becomes a “slice o’ life” blog post that day. I respect and appreciate nature and my interaction with Mother Nature’s gifts is also a common theme. Sometimes the most-ordinary items become fodder for points to ponder over and touch upon. My career has been in the legal field and I have been a legal secretary for four decades, primarily working in downtown Detroit, and now working from my home. I graduated from Wayne State University with a degree in print journalism in 1978, though I’ve never worked in that field. I like to think this blog is the writer in me finally emerging!! Walking and writing have met and shaken hands and the creative juices are flowing once again in Walkin’, Writin’, Wit & Whimsy – hope you think so too. - Linda Schaub
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10 Responses to Tuesday Musings.

  1. Marge says:

    Linda I hope we have more babies in our yards that we can watch daily and.photograph. I personally think we had
    enough rain for a few weeks. But Mother Nature rules.


    • lindasschaub says:

      Me too Marge – well in your yard and I can watch. 🙂 Maybe a nest in your magnolia tree out front like last year. Yes, Mother Nature Rules and she will make Thursday and Friday very ugly.


  2. Ann Marie stevens says:

    Dear: “Soggy and Saturated,”…………yes the cold rain put a damper on me too……………….I even went back into the house to find my winter hat!………….and i’m always amazed hearing the birds, “singing in the rain.”


  3. lindasschaub says:

    Ann Marie – Yes, this weather is nothing special, that’s for sure, and an all-day rain Thursday is on the way. And, believe it or not, potentially some snow flakes Saturday morning. I like hearing those birds “singing in the rain” … so relaxing.


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  5. Rebecca says:

    Well, how neat was that! I know this was a fun experience for Marge.

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    • Linda Schaub says:

      Yes, she was enjoying it as she loved birds, especially hummers as she had feeders all over at each window. The last few years of her life, she had advanced COPD so she was tethered to a full oxygen tank and could walk all over the house, but it was difficult to get out. She sent me pictures documenting their growth and she was like a doting grandmother. She had the perfect opportunity to watch them as it was the doorwall to her kitchen.

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  6. Amazing pictures! I was surprised how quickly the baby was ready to fledge.

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