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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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.
Have you ever thought about the fact that birds might find US interesting? I don’t think they find us fascinating, but a few of them seem to give me a passing glance now and again.
Isn’t this an intense look? Male cardinals have an image problem…in my professional opinion.
I think a simple change by Mother Nature could solve the whole issue. I’d suggest that the less dark feathers to the side of the eye, (see arrow), add to the impression of a stern demeanor.
An easy fix would be to add some interesting eyelashes and replace the black feathers under the beak with red feathers.
I’m aware that this is a radical proposal…but I think many cardinals would like to soften their, “look”.
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.