By Dianna Christakos

One of the most pleasurable experiences, other than waiving to cars, of my daily walks is bird watching.

From childhood, I have been fascinated and envious of birds. Since I walk by several lakes, it is not unusual that I encounter many of our avian friends in a variety of activities.

The ones I see frequently I have given them names, like:

Mr. Grumpus – the old man, the wood stork, has weighty matters on his shoulders and is humped over and focused.

Mr B, the lovely great blue heron is always alone and preening. I stop and talk to him and he just stares sidelong glances but is not afraid.

The ducks are an endless source of pleasure as they gather to discuss issues which often lead to an argument that involves chasing. They enjoy a daily waddle across the golf course for whatever reason. They are such elegant swimmers and not so elegant waddlers.

Then there is my Spartan warrior Leonidas, the mocking bird. He is fearless as he defends his nests. I have seen him chase hawks, ospreys, eagles and blackbirds. He even gave me nip in the butt as I was gardening too close for his comfort. His variety of vocals can whistle, trill, make sharp calls up to 200 melodies in a lifetime. I have come to recognize the sharp “chat” call, and take cover.

The red cardinals are hard to miss with their looping flight. They like to sit a while on a branch and are so beautiful.

The ahningas are often sunning and drying their wings and look like a Nazi symbol.

Ospreys, eagles, red shoulder hawks and swallow tail kites are also frequent guests of Marsh Creek, their endless entertainment provided free from our Mother Earth.

“Look deep into nature and then you will understand everything better.” (Henri David Thoreau)