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.
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.
Somehow I managed to focus and noticed the arrival of a goldfinch…as it turned out the bird on the branch was…the mother and the incoming bird was one of it’s “babies”.
Soon two more “babies” arrived and one exhibited wing flapping behavior…usually this is a little one begging mom for food.
Sure enough…mom produced a tasty morsel and popped it into the little mouth.
One of the other babies jumped in and asked mom to open wide, hoping for a nibble.
There’s always someone who isn’t willing to patiently wait, to say the least. I think sitting on mom’s tail feathers is a really pushy move.
So there you have it…a mom teaching her babies where food can be found, while at the same time, continuing to feed them until they can do it for themselves.
Isn’t this male bluebird pretty?
The beautiful wings are like a cape and everything says, “elegant.”
Then we have the mourning dove, clumsy on the branch ,built like a tank, it’s wings are beautiful in flight. When I see it next to a bluebird, I wonder how it even gets off the ground, but the answer stares me right in the face. Look at those massive wings!
It’s an Evening Grosbeak!
While visiting our son in Montana, I spent some time sitting like a statue watching the bustling activity at their bird feeder.
There were two of these beauties peeking at me from behind the leaves of a lilac bush. Eventually they decided that I had no feathers OR wings, so I wasn’t a true threat and they popped into view.