By Paul Losch
About this blog: I was a "corporate brat" growing up and lived in different parts of the country, ending in Houston, Texas for high school. After attending college at UC Davis, and getting an MBA at Harvard, I embarked on a marketing career, mai...
(More)About this blog: I was a "corporate brat" growing up and lived in different parts of the country, ending in Houston, Texas for high school. After attending college at UC Davis, and getting an MBA at Harvard, I embarked on a marketing career, mainly in the Bay Area with different companies. My former wife went back to medical school after we had been married a few years, and we moved into married student housing at Stanford, had our two now adult children while she was a medical student, and moved into Palo Alto when she started her Residency. Been here ever since. As my kids were going through the Palo Alto schools, I was actively involved in their activities, most notably head umpire for Palo Alto Little League and 9 years as a member of the Parks and Recreation Commission, among other activities. My kids both are grown, my son teaches 5th grade locally, and my daughter, fluent in Mandarin, is working in China. I sold the business I owned and ran for 8 years in 2012, worked on the Obama campaign, and am consulting for non-profit organizations, which gives me a nice, flexible schedule. Lots of stamps in my passport, and for fun, I like live performances &emdash; theater and music - and of course the Giants!
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It's birding season. Love is in the air, or at least the trees.
I have this guy outside my bedroom who demonstrates constantly that his is the guy, using a constant and consistent chirp. I have no idea what type of bird he is, let alone if his dating pitch is leading to a coffee or something more.
Building nests is something I never understood about birds. Clearly it is instinctive for the female birds, and in some species along with the male.
I also admire birds with newly hatched chicks that they are able to find food and then provide it to the babies. I find it problematic to feed myself at times, let alone barf up what I ate to provide it to my kids.
Fortunately, my little birds are now young adults and seem to be doing fine without worms barfed up from me or their mother.
I will refrain from observations about empty nests and those that remain to be built.
Chirp chirp
