Poetry/Verse/Oriole Song Bird Copyright Protected, ID 07-1564-857-27 All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
I heard a rich whistling sing-song echoing from the trees rising and falling and flashes of bright orange color the bird was sturdy with a thick neck and long legs he had a very sharp pointed bill and a black hooded head and his body was a bright orange, his tail feathers long he was medium in size, bigger than a hummer lets say After some research I discovered he was an Oriole, they migrate to Canada in the summer months from late Spring to around August when they leave nesting in forest edges, in stands of trees beside water or in backyards, like mine, to take advantage of feeders eggs are laid in a pendulous nest made of plant fiber I read they love fruit like oranges and grape jelly and sweet sugar water just like the hummingbirds they eat beetles, grasshoppers, spiders, and worms and like millet and seeds from the feeding stations so, I set up a place to put their orange halves and jelly and enjoyed the show . . .
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