Ever feel like you’re being watched?
This morning I was reading with my back to the window and suddenly felt the urge to turn around, like some foreign energy was boring into the back of my head. Was I being watched?
Yup. I had a whole
judging panel flight of those giant, band-tailed pigeons looking down at me (this shot was taken while I sat , lazy wildlife photographer strikes again.
Waiting. Coo‘ing. Waiting…
Is it just me
and my propensity for drama but does this remind you of anything?Yeah, creepy. It was just like Hitchcock’s The Birds. And I live near a school.
But at least with these guys, I had a sneaking suspicion why they lurked.
At least, I hope it’s the seeds they want…
If you don’t see any more blog posts from me, well, it was a pretty decent run. You were
mostly awesome although would it kill you to comment from time to time? Thanks for the memories. Becca, be a good dog. Hubs, turns out you can have the whole garage after all. Kid, there’s M&M’s hidden in the soup pot. I love you, Mom.
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.
Sure, he looks all cool and collected, but he had to make an effort as those seeds got lower in the container. Streeeetch. Goldfinch tippy toes. But it worked.Nearby, but not on the feeder (perhaps smarter and safer
and harder to get a clear picture of?), a Yellow-Rumped Warbler.He was zigzagging all over the branches… 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. They’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. And way up high, an oldie but a goodie, right? the Bald Eagle. While down on the ground, ignoring every bird except that danged woodpecker who taunts chirps real loud…the lazy, spoiled wirehaired pointing griffon.
Life is good.