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Feathers Revealed: The Spring Birds of Bainbridge Island, WA

Spring is springing on Bainbridge Island, my nose is running, the neighbor’s rooster is crowing cuz the Hubs hasn’t beheaded it yet, and our seeds are attracting some colorful eaters (even the ones we planted in dirt *raises angry fist*).

And also a toofastforphoto hawk. I sometimes wonder if I am offering seeds to the birds or birds to the hawk…

If you couldn’t figure out who was hiding last week, here he is out and proud, American Goldfinch in his mating colors.
goldfinch birdSure, he looks all cool and collected, but he had to make an effort as those seeds got lower in the container. goldfinch reachStreeeetch. Goldfinch tippy toes. But it worked.goldfinch eatsNearby, but not on the feeder (perhaps smarter and safer and harder to get a clear picture of?), a Yellow-Rumped Warbler.yellow rumped warblerHe was zigzagging all over the branches…yellow rumped warbler under leaves, snacking, a real busy body. What’s funny to me is I had it noted in the bird book that he was here April ’09 and ’12, and here he is again. The dude is consistent.

Another jumpy set wouldn’t even hang around if I got anywhere close to the windows, Band-Tailed Pigeons. DSC_0022They’re big and piggy and very skittish. I like to hear them coo‘ing from the trees. Here’s a closer shot I’ve posted before. I had to sit and wait, very still with my feet up while sipping tea like a real wildlife photographer. band-tailed pigeon And way up high, an oldie but a goodie, right? bald eagle the Bald Eagle. While down on the ground, ignoring every bird except that danged woodpecker who taunts chirps real loud…wirehaired pointing griffonthe lazy, spoiled wirehaired pointing griffon.

Life is good.

Peek-a-boo

Let’s try and cheer up a bit for the weekend, shall we?

Look who’s pretending to be shy on his arrival to our island this spring! He ain’t foolin’ anyone. Do you know him?
goldfinchMore feathers to come next week…

And yes, this makes me officially the laziest wildlife photographer in the world, thanks for reminding me. *crunches corn chips* *sips hard cider* *click* *sip* *click*

Deer Business

You’re gonna think I’m weirder but here goes.

I noticed something odd here yesterday and I thought you’ve probably not cared heard about this kind of thing before.

A deer wandered in our yard.
deerThat’s not the odd part. That happens sometimes when the dog, aka Last To Know, is busy kicking up the sheets on my bed with muddy paws off duty.

I grabbed the camera and watched, trying to get shots without scaring her away. Pretty quickly, she noticed us at the window.deer close upBut that didn’t stop her from doing her deer duty.

Yes, this deer decided to pee in my yard. So naturally, I took a picture (come on now, you won’t see this anywhere else! thank goodness).deer peesBut what was odd (to me) is how long this deer peed.

I confess I’ve never watched a deer relieve herself so I have nothing to compare it to, but man, it was the longest pee I’ve ever seen.

That includes years of college and grad school keg parties walks with the dog (LTK) and trillions of stops to pee. Granted, some were light mists, some were clear need, but many, many pees I’ve seen.

And none come close to how freakin’ long that deer peed. As you can see (this is where I feel inclined to say I’m sorry) it was a good solid stream, too.

I’m left with questions. Is this normal? Are deer some kind of local camel? Do camels take long pees or maybe they actually don’t pee at all…? Do they all have huge bladders? Are you thoroughly disappointed in me for asking any of this?

I want to suggest that perhaps this deer, like so many preschoolers, should take a moment from their busy day to relieve themselves more often rather than wait til they almost bust.

Or perhaps this is all a total invasion of deer privacy.
deer lookOr perhaps I’m weird.

Or both.

Herons and Griffons and Water, Oh my!

Today is gray and misty, so I am going to remind myself of the sun we had only a few days ago. Come to the beach with us, won’t you?
great blue heronIt was a gorgeous day in Western Washington. We weren’t the only ones out.
crabOur wirehaired pointing griffon didn’t notice that she’s eleven.wirehaired pointing griffonAnd she was very nice to the much bigger younger dog she met.dog friendsShe would not stay out of the water.wet griffonSomething about that tasty salt water splash.racing griffonShe’s wasn’t alone in that exhilarating love of the splash, either.crazy boysplash downBrrrrrr. I’ll stick to the ground, thank you which I did in that sticky mud flat….great blue heronWhat a day.

Have you been outside enjoying spring?

In the sun and in the clouds

[I’m writing this outside at Bainbridge Bakers, and a sparrow keeps hopping up on the chair next to me as he looks around. You’re a bird, wouldn’t a tree be a better lookout? But it’s as if a companion joined me for tea drinking, so I won’t complain about that.]

I’m in a mood.

And my brain keeps arguing with me. You should be happy. You should be relieved. Not bummed out, you freaking idiot.

My brain is kinda mean. Is yours?

My play was performed.

My kid turned nine.

School started.

And I didn’t even have a mimosa this year. That tells you something.

But I also know that while I can get busier and distract myself by plunging into something new, those blues will still be sitting there in the chair next to me, softly chirping, until I have a conversation or twelve with them.

Like running awhile…and then walking. Thinking of other things…and then listening.

And like everything else, I know it will naturally change and be replaced by something else eventually, I promise, Hubs!.

[By the time I’ve finished this blog post, the bird has hopped away and a person has asked to sit in the chair for some sun, next to me but turned away. Another companion, except we’re parallel sitting. My husband would strike up a conversation. Not me. But I’ll sit by her and feel less lonely, shifting a bit already.]