Trying to photograph butterflies through a window while they flutter their way above the grass doesn’t yield the sharpest images. Sharp images aside, it was a joy to capture the duo dancing together.
The Butterfly Frolic
Tag: flying
A List of 500 Hummingbird attributes…well maybe not that many.
CURIOSITY!
AGILITY!
ADORABILITY! (Is that a word?)
ADORABILITY 2.0
I am in awe of these little jewels of the sky.
The list of two.
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.
Look Mom! No Wings!
IS THIS BIRD CUTE OR WHAT!?
This is a tufted titmouse coming in for a landing. Look at that streamlined “Master of flight.”
This made me speculate on what would happen if I tried to propel myself off of a tree branch, keeping my arms pressed tightly against my body. In order to be a totally legit experiment, I would have to land on the ground with precision…it would be against the rules to use my hands in any way. Even if I started to fall, I wouldn’t be allowed to put my hands out to catch myself…birds can’t use their wings to break a fall.
Now I’m speculating on whether or not I’d break my nose when I fell flat on my face. I might get away with cuts and bruises, miracles happen every day.
Now I’m inclined to leave the gymnastics to the birds…I don’t have any bandages in the house and….I’m a coward.
Rosefinch.
This adorable bird is a rosefinch. This is a male, and apparently they molt and then the new feathers come in, dull at first and then they get redder with “wear”. I wonder exactly what that means? I’m guessing that means “use”, lots of wing flapping and flying.
We humans should be like that. The older we got, the more shiny and pretty we’d get. We experience “use”, lots of use, but I haven’t noticed myself getting brighter. Bummer.
A WINDOW INTO THE WOODS 