If Elvis was a bird would he be a Tufted Titmouse? These funny little guys, the tufted titmice, love to flit around in the trees around my bird feeder haranguing with the chickadees and the cardinals in the winter months. They were frequently up in the trees wearing their cute little blue shoes and serenading the others at the feeder with their sweet song. One thing, I noticed about the titmice was the way they would take their seed up into the tree before they ate it. So many of the other birds would sit at the feeder gobbling up multiple seeds like little gluttons or foraging around the ground underneath picking up what others knocked out. The little titmouse would swoop down to the feeder, grab a seed and flit back up to a high branch to munch down on the newly acquired treat before breaking back into song. I wondered whether he was afraid of someone stealing his treat or was he just in a hurry to get back to his singing?
The Tufted Titmouse is part of a family of titmice according to All About Birds and are most visible in the Southeastern United States. Birds and Blooms says: “The tufted titmouse (Baeolophus bicolor) is a small songbird in the tit and chickadee family (Parade).” That would explain why I always see them hanging around with the chickadees. The reason they grab a seed and fly up to the tree tops is not because they can’t wait to sing. Birds and Blooms also tells us, “they grab one seed, fly to a nearby perch, hold the food with their feet, and then pound it open with their stout, round bills.” Seems like a slow way to eat but then they aren’t particularly fat little birds so maybe that’s why! Maybe I should grab a bite then flit off somewhere to eat it before coming back for the next bite. I might be as little and energetic as a titmouse if I did that. Interesting thought but back to the Titmouse.
The titmouse gets its funny name from the old Anglo-Saxon names “tit” meaning small and “mouse” referring to any small bird or rodent. I can’t see the mouse reference. They don’t look anything like Mickey to me but what do I know. Can’t quibble with those Anglo-Saxon bird namers. This information came from The Charismatic Planet. Another source, Birdwatching.com says that originally it was Titmase, the word “mase” meaning small bird. Around 500 years or so ago it was changed to mouse because of the widespread understanding of the word mouse. Tufted Titmice are such cute little guys, I hate to have them associated with scary, creepy little rodents. But then the word Titmouse is so much easier to say that titmase. Perhaps that is the real reason the name was changed. How could everybody know so much about mice when Mickey wasn’t even around then? Oh well.
At any rate, Tufted Titmice are so cute at the feeder and just hanging around. I love to watch them. Who couldn’t love a little bird with a sweet song wearing blue suede shoes! To invite these little singers to your house, you can find out more about how to attract them to your feeders by following the advice found on the website Kaytee.com. The sweet sound of the music the Titmouse sings is reason enough to want more of them in your neighborhood. Fortunately there doesn’t seem to be any concern about them disappearing anytime soon as Thought.com says the IUCN has the tufted titmouse rated at “least concern.” Good news for a change! Maybe thats why they hang with the chickadees. Safety in groups!
Another week and the hummingbirds are still here swooping in and out of the yard, stopping at the feeders then swooping off again. There are still at least 6-7 of them between my 5 feeders. Its hard to get a count because they move so fast. No reason to know how many other than curiosity. They move so fast, they are blur of green, especially when the sun catches a spark of reflection on the vivd green of a little back as it swoops through the rays. Some would insist on getting the exact color and markings correct. Maybe I should too, but that would defeat my purpose. My goal is to catch a little of the magic as these mini whirling dervishes zip around my yard from feeder to feeder. Magic is what these little guys are all about.il next year and the excitement of watching for the arrival of the first spark of rapidly moving emerald green.
Magic must be what guides these jewels of the sky to find that one lone feeder for miles around. Once found, they stake it out and mark it as their own. That must be magic too. Otherwise more would show up until the feeder is empty more often than it is full. Who has time to constantly make up another batch of nectar and refill. I do good to get mine refilled once or twice a week. Right now, its about every other day. If it was like this all year, I’d never make it! Soon these emerald flashes will be gone and I’ll be lamenting the sadness of the deserted feeders.
Everyone needs a little magic in their lives now and again. Streaking bits of emerald jewels in the sky can provide magic for a little while. For me, the paintings are my way of capturing a bit of the colorful green flashes of fast moving magic before they gone for this year. That time is fast approaching. I’m painting as many as possible while I can. My camera is helping. Then I’ll bring the feeders in, wash them well and put them back on the shelf in the garage where they will quietly collect dust. Until next year and the excitement of watching for the arrival of the first spark of rapidly moving emerald green.
” Art is the sustenance that feeds the soul through the winds of change.”
Life and art are all about change. Sometimes you go with the flow. Sometimes the flow knocks you in the head and threatens to draw you under. Other times you drift along with the breeze. Whatever way it comes, you can be sure life will change one way or another. And when it does, art changes with it.
This has been a year of big change for me. Some sweet, some bittersweet, some downright sad. And with it, my art has changed too. It would seem that a year of turbulence would reflect the same in the art. That is not what happened for me. As life went up and down, my art became more about peaceful beauty, nature and growing things. The more stress and darkness happened, the more lightness and harmony showed up in my work.
As the roller coaster of change steamed along so did art. Art is the sustenance that feeds the soul through the winds of change. So it was with me. My art became about the places I found emotional release. The garden was one. My dear friend, Charleen Herrick, gave me the seeds for a butterfly/hummingbird/songbird garden. In the garden, I found peace and so did my art.
The Cypress trees of Reelfoot Lake turn a beautiful red orange in the fall. Reelfoot Lake was created by the New Madrid Earthquake of 1811-1812, a little known, little talked about earthquake but still the largest to hit the United States mainland. Reelfoot is also known as the lake made “the day the River ran backwards,” as the Mississippi River, disrupted by the shifting ground of the earthquake, flowed backwards into a low lying swampy area before reversing and flowing back out again. Today, Reelfoot is home to vast numbers of migratory birds and is a nesting area for bald eagles.