For several years a legend has sauntered around the rugged country of the Greensprings in southern Oregon . Like all good legends, it grows as it sloshes through creeks and rivers, traipses into canyons and wanders deep into the shadows of old growth forests. Eventually the legend clambers up a steep ridge to the towering height of a mountain peak. If the legend survives the climb, it finds a mythic place in the landscape and in the hearts of people who call the Greensprings their home.
I became a bird-watcher completely by accident. Several years ago, I planted a pair of serviceberry trees, thinking of sweet jams and muffins. And like the robin at left, birds flocked to my berries, eating them faster than I could pick them. So instead of mourning lost jams, I turned the berry plants into the cornerstones of my bird garden. Here are a few easy dos and don’ts that will make your garden a bird haven, too: