It’s that time of year! Nest building has begun in earnest and I’m seeing a few very busy builders.
I may have an issue.
I realize that this is for birds to eat. My question is this…does peanut dough sound yummy to anyone else?
MY FEATHERS ARE FLOOFED.
Everyone safe out there?
We’re feathered up against the flurries here today…tomorrow may be another story, it was in the 60’s just days ago.
To all of my friends on the West coast, I’m hoping that wherever you are, you’re high and dry and hanging in there.
To my friends in the South, I hope you’re all coming through the violent storms safely.
To those of you experiencing some of the earthquakes…well…pardon me…but, damn!
I’ve spent years photographing birds, and I feel like an idiot. It never registered with me that mama lays the eggs, but dad does the child rearing! Mama might be off building a new nest for her next batch of eggs, while dad takes over with the current brood. He sits on the eggs, keeping them warm and finishes the process of bringing new life into the world. Once the little ones have arrived, dad shoulders the responsibility of finding and delivering food.
It’s not the same with every species. Some birds trade off, mom keeps the eggs warm for a time, then dad takes over, they raise their brood together. As always, I have a LOT to learn.
A bluebird dad gets up close and personal with junior. I have no idea what this discussion was about, but I’m pretty sure junior didn’t borrow the car and bring it back on empty.
I can’t help wondering how my son would react if his father stood on his back and force fed him a peanut.
There were so many sunflowers that I couldn’t possibly. get them all in one shot…two fields of them, each field was several acres. There’s something about a sunflower field that puts a gigantic smile on my face.