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This is a picture of me when I was a little tyke.  IMG_1204 I’ve lived in Morristown for several years. Once summer I remember being filled with tasty, fragrant herbs. Another summer we tried sedums, and another some colorful annuals. I don’t recall ever actually growing strawberries; it’s too much trouble wrestling with birds for the ripe fruit.

Every winter I had to be careful moved into the garage so the harsh New Jersey winters don’t crack my clay finish, or break me in half.

I thought I was terribly attractive, especially when my plant pockets were full of living, pretty, growing plants.


And then my rival appeared. He is a bona fide monster by Strawberry Jar standards. It would take six of me to measure up to him.   IMG_1205 Because he’s made of ceramic he might be able to tolerate northeastern winters with only the addition of a warm cover.


So here’s the question: How should my large sibling be planted? If it were up to you, now that it finally is starting to feel like spring and we can think about warm weather fantasies like planting gardens, how should his plant pockets be filled?


Here’s a picture of the two of us together.    IMG_1206We can be planted as identical twins, who often dress alike, or perhaps as fraternal twins, where we can be individuals.


What do you think? Any suggestions?


“That’s for the birds:” an old expression meaning, “That’s nonsense,” “Balderdash,” or “Don’t be absurd.”

Birds mirror some unflattering human characteristics. Before this idea gets tossed into the “ridiculous” bin, listen to what I learned from watching my bird feeder.

It sits near our kitchen window for easy sightings of birds who come to munch and mingle. When they fly in to eat and socialize I wonder: could this be the inspiration of humans offering snacks or drinks to visitors?

“Always have something on hand to serve in case anyone comes over” I hear my mother say.

Birds arrive looking forward to the snack they’ll find at our house. Their behaviors caught my attention recently and reminded me of their human counterparts.

Four stations exist around the feeder, allowing four birds to nibble at one time. Some wait patiently on tree branches for a free spot. Quite democratic, reminiscent of people on line awaiting their turns at diner counters.

Small birds like images-10 goldfinches land on the stand, eat seeds with their bird-like appetites, (“She eats like a bird!) and fly away. They are the “Eat and Run” type of guests. The red headed woodpecker, suspicious and hyperaware, is another who never stays to chat.images-9

The patiently meek birds such as the juncos  hop around on the ground below waiting for seeds that images-8inevitably fall down from above. They are not looking for trouble!

Unknown-4The sparrows travel in Coffee Klatches, chattering as they alight in social groups who travel together.

Here comes the cardinal. Everyone notices; so beautiful and showy are his bright red feathers. His portrait appears on Christmas cards every year. Large: larger than three birds put together. More notable than his size is his personality.               Unknown-5

Mr. Cardinal is a bully. He chases other birds away from feeding spots: not only the ones next to him, but even the ones directly across from him that he cannot even see.

“Get away! Get off,” you can imagine him demanding, as he jumps all the way around the feeder to force those birds to leave. “This is mine. Go away.”

“But you couldn’t possibly eat all these seeds yourself,” chirp the nuthatches and flickers.

“If you know what’s good for you, scram. I’m not sharing with you little twirps. This in MY feeder. All mine!”

They fly away.

No matter how beautiful he is, you can’t like a guy like him. Why can’t he allow others to have their tiny portion of food? It doesn’t threaten him or limit the amount he can eat.

He’s just like the aggressive person who controls his environment by insisting he wins even if he doesn’t need what he is fighting for. Who do you know who reminds you of Mr. Cardinal?

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