There once was a bird garbed in red,
from the tip of his tail to his head.
I should mention the fact, that his facial feathers were black,
And I’ve decided I’m calling him Fred.
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Bird mothers seem to have amazing patience. This momma seemed totally unfazed by the non-stop tweeting and chirping that was taking place in front of her.
Birds don’t have teeth, so I don’t know what the equivalent of gritting your teeth is for them. As I said earlier though, they seem very patient so maybe they don’t need any coping methods. I tried many coping techniques and hands down, the winner was chocolate.
I love these tiny dancers!
Well this is something I don’t see every day, a Cooper’s Hawk!
There wasn’t much bird activity on the day that this hawk made an appearance. The lack of birds is usually a sign that a predator of some sort is nearby. I resigned myself to the fact that there wasn’t going to be much to photograph after the hawk zoomed away, but hey, I’d gotten a shot of a Cooper’s hawk!!
Doves…not always the first bird to come to mind when naming gorgeous birds. They are, however, exquisite. Yes, they waddle, but when they fly they are the epitome of streamlined aircraft. Just look at the beauty of the wings, so many colors, highlights and shadows.
The male dove is also a romantic,a poet, irresistible as far as the ladies are concerned.
If only they didn’t monopolize the bird feeder.