Posted in birds, new, robin redbreast by martalorenza on March 28, 2012

Yesterday little Robin II left for the mountains, too.

When robin redbreasts came back to Milan, there were scaffoldings in my garden and Robin, the robin redbreast of last year, didn’t stop here.

I think decorators make a garden a little less valuable, and so it is the shiest and thinnest robin who turned up here.

I don’t know why, a robin ends up to be the favorite, anyway. He isn’t either the most intelligent or the most affectionate, and yet I see that not only me, but all of us tend to like him best.

It may be because their being so lonely and coy reminds us of our condition of foreigners, or because of their incredible little red lamp, which they can scare everybody with, they think.

Eventually, Robin II gave me his grace and trust, too, and he got used to appear (robin redbreasts are really fast, they make no noise and can pass through branches without moving even a leaf, they are like hobbits in the woods) if I called him.

I never managed to take a picture of him, because the lens of my camera scared him. In the last few days, he used to sing in front of my window and when he does so, it means he misses the mountains.

Yesterday Robin II didn’t turn up; the loveliest birds of Milan have left. Are they used to meeting just outside the city to travel together?

But for the first time since last winter, yesterday Black didn’t eat all he asked me for and he flew away with a camula in his beak: this means the eggs have opened and he’s become dad again.

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birdgarden diary

Posted in birds, Blackbird, Milan by martalorenza on October 13, 2011

Hurray for October that brings safe and sound robin redbreasts back to town!

Today a different bird song called me to come out of my den and there, in the big green oleander bush, I saw Robin’s bright red breast. He looked thinner and his voice was a little hoarse, but what a wonderful moment it was!

Unfortunately he didn’t stop here, and the titmice who came back last Sunday didn’t stop either. We are renovating the house, and what with the scaffolding, a group of decorators hanging from the gratings, and the contractors on the roof, any little bird would be put off from staying here, sigh! I hope they’ll all come back once the workers have left.

Just to give the complete picture, the family of blue tits never left, instead they used to have a bath every day to get a little refreshment. Black the blackbird, either because of the decorators or because he lost a fight with the pigeons, has left my porch, and I can only hear him singing. But today I caught a glimpse of him in the yew tree, while he was observing Robin.

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the blind side (pigeon deterrent)

Posted in birds by martalorenza on September 6, 2011

I was told that an owl may be an eco biogreen method to keep pigeons away from my porch. I made it with a penguin-shaped toy balloon hung upside down, a CD and a black plastic bag. It looks like a cross between an owl and Batman and it really is a bit scary, but these wily old birds have discovered that there is a corner of the porch which escapes Superowl’s control. Actually, they don’t look completely calm and at ease when they are there, but they may feel it as their duty to remain in occupation, since – though trembling – they stay there, anyway. Sigh.

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A Good Daddy

Posted in patience by martalorenza on May 29, 2011

Now that Robin and the tits have left, it is only Black who is still here to come to my snackpoint. To avoid the invasion of pigeons and ants, food is provided only on request, but lately Black’s visits have become very frequent and excited and I’ve understood he has some nest to look after.

In the movie you can see Black’s technique and patience to arrange the pine kernels in his beak. At the end his “little duck” appears, too: he is pretty ugly…

Link to A Good Daddy

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Every creature rejoices in you

Posted in birds, Virgin Mary by martalorenza on March 27, 2011

The movie “The Dog, the General and the Birds” by F. Nielsen and T. Guerra is about how captive birds in Saint Petersburg were freed by the dog Bonaparte and his master, an elderly general who regrets having used birds to defeat the real Napoleon Bonaparte.

I’ve just discovered that the idea of the film is based on the old Russian tradition of freeing birds on Annunciation Day. Hurrah for the Virgin Mary – every creature rejoices in her!

In some areas in Russia the rainbow is considered as the Virgin Mary’s hoist, which she uses to draw water from the ocean for fields and crops.

Give fresh water, gentle Mary, to the senseless wars and burnt lands of your bewildered children.

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