There aren’t many stories I read that make me both want to laugh and cry at the same time, but today’s story, The Cowbird Way, is such a sweet, funny (and a little sad) story about a misfit of a bird in the garden, and a gardener.
I also learned a bit about birding in this story. For example, birders call non-descript birds that they can’t figure out LBJ—a Little Brown Job. “The counterpart for wildflower people is the DYC—the Damn Yellow Composite,” author Steve Wing says. So if you see a bird in the garden and can’t identify it, just call it LBJ, or like our author, come up with a new name.
But this is not a story about the details of birding, it’s about a fledgling looking for its mama, which it seems to have found in Pierrette, an avid gardener, and supplier of worms and bugs from the garden. Read today’s story and I guarantee you’ll both giggle and maybe even squeeze out a tear at the end for all things loved and lost.
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This Animals in the Garden story comes from our archive that spans over 30 years and includes more than 130 magazine issues of GreenPrints. Pieces like these that inject the joy of gardening into everyday life lessons always brighten up my day, and I hope it does for you as well. Enjoy!
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The Cowbird Way
We were adopted—by a little bird.
By Steve Wing
Blessed with the luck and luxury of a backyard, Pierrette and I found ourselves spending quite a bit of time outside last summer. Pierrette gardened with her usual energy, and I pitched in when I had to—or wandered away to check out the wildflowers.
Oh, and we watched birds. One morning we spied, hopping through a patch of vinca minor, a harried, put-upon mama sparrow pestered after and piped at—Feed me! Feed me!—by a young bird already bigger than she was. The beleaguered mama was definitely an English sparrow, but the pesky fledgling? We turned to our bird books, but had no luck: the fledgling was brownish-gray and nondescript, the kind birders refer to as an LBJ—a Little Brown Job. (The counterpart for wildflower people is the DYC—the Damn Yellow Composite.) So we redoubled our research (that’s code for jumping on the internet and typing in bird feeding bigger bird) and we discovered … brood parasitism. Seems that certain species of birds—the European cuckoo is the classic example—have this unsavory habit of laying their eggs in the nests of other birds, who are then stuck raising the interloper. But here in the Northwest U.S., the fledgling was most likely a brown-headed cowbird (Molothrus ater artemisiae). Incidentally, we learned there’s a South American species known as the screaming cowbird. This fledgling seemed obnoxious enough.
So now we knew, knew something, anyway. We might have left it at that, but one morning as we were going out the door, we spotted the fledgling lying—well, perching—in wait on the back porch. She was alone (we’d decided she was a she, judging as best we could) and she perked up after spotting us, and then edged away. Then she edged back again, peeping.
We were perplexed. I said, “So just what do you want, you weird little bird?”
Had the stepmama sparrow taken off for parts unknown, unceremoniously dumping the changeling? Well, who could blame her?
“Is she looking for another mama, or what?” Pierrette asked. I crouched down and offered a sunflower seed. But that bird wasn’t interested in the seed, or me, at all. Instead, her beady little gaze lit up when she turned to Pierrette, and she fluffed herself into a rounded, more juvenile appearance, adopted her most appealing manner, and chirpingly pleaded her case.
Pierrette found this sort of endearing, if mystifying. Still, she was not willing to catch bugs or regurgitate any sort of a treat for a bird, no matter how ingratiating.
The fledgling kept hanging around, and I said, “Let’s name her Cow Bell.”
Pierrette said, “Oh, no, she’s definitely not a Cow Bell. She might be strange, but she’s sort of a sweetie pie, I think. We should call her . . . Cow Pie.”
We learned another thing about cowbirds: when they’re grownup birds—or when they’re taking their first trembly steps in that direction—they follow cows around, hence the name. The cows stir up the bugs, and the cowbirds eat the bugs, neat and sweet. But, of course, cows are rare in our neighborhood.
As I’ve mentioned, Pierrette is an energetic gardener. One day when she was managing a row of radishes, moving right along, we saw a bug jump frantically out of her way, only to be pounced upon by the trailing Cow Bell/Pie. Pierrette said, “Hmm, I don’t know if I’m really all that flattered by this.”
I understood. I mean, who wants to be a surrogate Guernsey?
But that bird—we finally compromised and called her Cowie—appreciated Pierrette. She’d flutter after her and sometimes alight on her back when she was gardening on all fours. Maybe Pierrette was assuming the quadruped position, from Cowie’s point of view, and Cowie was hunting for ticks or cooties. (Pierrette denies that she has either.) Sometimes Cowie would land on Pierrette’s head, as though contemplating a nest in her generous cloud of curls. We did worry about entanglement, but Cowie was nothing if not a survivor.
Still, one gray day it happened: Cowie came no more. There was No More Cow Bell. Cow Pie had Hit the Trail. Maybe she’d finished refining her foraging moves and grown up at last. Maybe she went looking for a flock of her own kind. Pierrette said, “Maybe she’s out there looking for a real cow.”
We did worry. I mean, how would Cowie know what a cow looked like? What if she’d cozied up to Sheba the Cat, the alpha predator of our neighborhood?
But we’re hopeful: Cowie did seem to be a survivor. Maybe she’ll come back for a visit someday, remembering how she and Pierrette had been a team, rolling along with the great wheel of nature in the backyard, negotiating symbiosis. [double_diamond]
By Steve Wing, published originally in 2021, in GreenPrints Issue #126. Illustrations by Matt Collins.
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