Maybe I’m reading too much into the looks on my feathered friends faces, but this bird looks a little startled. The cardinal from the previous post looked taken by surprise and I’m beginning to wonder if they don’t approve of my hairstyle…or lack thereof.
I’m going to start keeping a journal of their facial expressions and act accordingly if I find high levels of anxiety exhibited. By acting accordingly I mean, I may have to start wearing a bag over my head. I can’t bear the thought of scaring one of them to death.
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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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!!
HUMMINGBIRDS!! A few hummingbirds have become regular visitors and of course, I’ve become a little obsessed. You may have to ignore me at some point, because there will be more photos…because I’m out of control.
I’m learning a lot about these delicate birds, ONE of which is the fact that they can be territorial. I’ve seen videos before of lots of hummingbirds enjoying the feeders together, but the first one that found my feeder has a firm policy of NO SHARING.
TWO…The hummingbirds little wings are truly amazing. During migration, a hummingbird’s wings flap 15 to 80 times a second.
I’m looking forward to just a little more time with the hummingbirds, because soon their migration will begin.
Now don’t say I didn’t warn you, I have a few more images to share…so brace yourselves.
This mourning dove has the right idea. Resting between feedings is a must and I make sure to do that myself each and every day.
My resting place of choice is slightly different than the mourning dove’s. I prefer something soft,something that doesn’t have pointy needles. I always choose maple trees. Their leaves are far more comfy and apparently you can get syrup out of them.