From “Dear March – Come in -” by Emily Dickinson:
Dear March – Come in –
How glad I am –
I hoped for you before –
Put down your Hat –
You must have walked –
How out of Breath you are –
One of our favorite places at the Museum of Science is the Natural Mysteries exhibit. According to a sign in the exhibit, a large portion of this collection was donated by Rachel Warren Barton (pictured below, right).
One thing you can be sure of in the spring is the presence of new life in the world. Yesterday, my daughter found both a baby turtle and a baby robin! The baby turtle was adorable, and we see a lot of them because there is a pond in a conservation area right behind our house. The mama turtles come up and lay their eggs in our yard in the fall and then, in the spring, all of the babies hatch and make their way back to the pond. We have seen three or four this year already.
Even though it kills me, I usually let things take their course, but I did move the baby turtle closer to the edge of the bank going down to the pond.
The robin is another story. Yesterday afternoon it was just sitting in the grass on the side of our house. Its mother or father was in a nearby tree yelling at my daughter and her friend, because they are, to a bird, fierce predators. I worried about that poor little thing all day, so last night, in the pouring rain, I had a brilliant plan to put it in a basket on top of a stepladder so that the eight billion domesticated cats that live around us wouldn’t eat it. This plan was ill-advised, to say the least, and the baby bird just hopped right out. I reluctantly decided the best I could do was to tuck the little one into a nice patch of tall clover in our flower bed (um…yes, I do need to do some weeding in there), and hope for the best.
This morning the baby bird was still there, and its mother or father was very close by, chastising me while I tried to take some pictures (I used my zoom so I didn’t have to get too close).
I am going to leave it alone, and assume that the parent is the best one to care for it. I found this information at the Maryland Department of Natural Resources which made me feel much better (emphasis is mine):
Often, young robins fly out of the nest before they are able to fly back! Their parents will continue to feed them and they will get the strength they need to fly back within a day or two. Should you find a young bird in your yard that appears abandoned, think twice before “rescuing” it. If you can find and reach the nest, then it’s okay to put the bird back. Its parents will not abandon it. It is myth that birds will abandon their young because of human smell. Robins and most other birds have a very poor sense of smell. If you can’t find or reach the nest, then check the health of the bird. A baby bird that is completely covered with feathers and can hop away from you does not need your help. It is much better off in the wild than it will be in your house. Sometimes other animals eat these young birds. This is a natural process and is in no way unusual or cruel. Often, humans “rescuing” baby birds cause them to suffer much more than if they had been left where found.
UPDATE 5/19/12: The baby bird is no longer in our yard and his mother or father is no longer chirping, so he either made it back to the nest or something ate him. I prefer to believe he is cuddled up safe with his brothers and sisters in his nice, warm nest.
First, the hard stuff: Columbus Day is such a controversial holiday, with one side gloriying and the other side vilifying. I’ll be the first to say that there is no excuse for the atrocities that were committed by him, or in his name. However, after I read The Four Voyages, his own account of his exploits in the “New World,” I realized what a complex, and very human, person he really was. He never knew, or refused to acknowledge, what he actually discovered. Ultimately, his life story, and the events that followed his “discovery,” were a tragedy. I find it strange that five centuries after Columbus first set foot on a continent previously unknown to Europeans, his achievements are recognized with a bank holiday. While I appreciate having my husband home on a day he would ordinarily be at work, the two events seem so unrelated.
Now the easy stuff: We used part of his “day off” to take a walk, something we rarely get to do together with two young children in the mix. It was a beautiful fall day, nearly eighty degrees, with a clear sky and bright sun. Our little town always affords lots of photographic opportunities. Orange leaves aflame against a complimentary blue sky, and hydrangeas blooming and fading from pink to red to brown. Fall is bursting with color, and I am enjoying every minute of it.