Boy Meets Bird

What He Likes Best
6 November 2008, 11:27 am
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We are filling the feeders. It’s a balmy November morning, maybe already 50°F and due to rise into the 60s. Not really critical, for the birds, this feeding. But we got up early, strangely for us, so why not.

Mama: “What do you like best about feeding the birds?”

LittleBirder: “The way the seeds fall and sprinkle all over.”

And here I was thinking about the birds we see, and he likes the cascading sound and feel. Pay attention to the now, MamaBirder. He is!


I made it!
25 December 2007, 11:29 pm
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Grandpère and I made a bird feeder together this morning!

LittleBirder and Grandpère Make a Bird Feeder

13 May 2007, 1:28 pm
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LittleBirder helps me clean the front door window with vinegar and paper towels*.

“Mama, now I’m all done and you’re all done and I better put the towel in the trash.”

“Thank you! Now I’ll go sit by the window and drink my coffee and watch birds.” He wants to write in my notebook too, so I send him to look for his. He comes back with his toy giraffes.

We see a pair of cardinals … chickadees .. the white-crowned sparrow … a female goldfinch … a titmouse. We also see at least one of the feeders is empty. At 2 and a tad, he’s really into scooping and pouring.

“Mama, can we feed the birds?”


“I better get my shoes on.” … and from the other room, a moment later, “I’m running really fast to get my shoes on!”

8 May 2007, 7:02 pm
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I find myself pretty jazzed up a little with the new project. (As if I needed a new project…) One reason I took us to the Birds of Vermont Museum today was that I was thinking about a new notebook just for LittleBirder to draw ‘birds’ in (at the moment, he draws sprawly lines and dynamic scribbles, and likes to use blues).

But there was enough to do that we didn’t get a notebook — didn’t really even find an opportunity to ask him whether he’d like to draw birds.

And this is OK. Good even. Let me temper and pace my exuberance to his ways of joy and discovery. Let me not create pressure to perform (there will be plenty of that as time goes on; and even now, let me keep that pressure to–oh–not screaming in restaurants, say). Let his interests and developmental levels guide our pace and participation. Let us be open to so much more than birds.