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Who can resist a baby duck?

When the Hubs said he saw a duckling at our local Battle Point Park, you know I had to dash out since the sun was shining and I could avoid that laundry pile a few minutes longer. Bonus!.

I mean, come on. We like Jim Thomsen and all, but who can resist baby ducks?! Fuzzy. Baby. Ducks. Time for a blog post, I said to myself.

Prepare your ah‘s and oh‘s.Is that me? *Sniff*Cuteness, right?And a whole family strolled by, too.This fellow had a few choice quacks when I not-so-subtly crept up on him and the Mrs.Not to be outdone, a ring-necked duck showed up. (No, I don’t know where his freaking ring is.)All in all, a lovely spring day even with my allergies.

a dash of feathery color-the Townsend’s warbler reappears

He was here last year about this time, the Townsend’s warbler. Now he’s back.

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He’s small and jumpy, so it’s hard to get a decent shot. Blink, and he’s gone, that handsome devil.

Even this chickadee did a double take.
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Who was that masked man?

Call me?

the trouble with pigeons

Pigeons get slammed all the time, don’t they? Rats with wings, right? We all hate them, don’t we?

They surround you by the hundreds when you happen to sit in a piazza accidentally dropping crumbs from that freshly baked, crispy-on-the-outside, soft-on-the-inside baguette.

Like you’re in a Hitchcock movie, only without the special effects.

They poop all over your car windows, usually in the center of whatever spot you need to look out of.

Who knows what nasty diseases they might be carrying.

Then I noticed that even though we don’t have large piazzas or fabulous baguettes on this island, we do have a healthy pigeon population.
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I’ll admit, at first, it was cute. Cute to see these gigantor birds descend and try to eat from our feeder that was obviously not made for a creature this size.

Cute to hear coo-coo, coo-coo in the trees around our house.

But then, I noticed that they are the bird equivalent of teenage boys on the high school basketball team.

They eat all the bird food.

And want more. Pigs with wings, I say.

And while waiting to push their cousins off the feeder, they poop on my tiny box of lettuces I’m trying to not to kill.

And even if they are not eating all the food and pooping out all the food, there is this pigeon:
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This pigeon doesn’t want to eat or poop; he wants to drive a bus, stay up late, and get a puppy.

And this pigeon is just as aggravating, or more so, than the live pigeons. Why?

Because this pigeon is able to take bedtime and turn it into a scream-a-thon as the Kid argues with the pigeon.

Over and over.

I may ban this pigeon from the house for infinity.

He makes all that cooing and bird crap appealing.

Are there any books you can’t stand at bedtime or anytime?

eyeing the scene

At this rate, I might need to change the title of this blog to Let the Bird in, but I’ve gotten some good bird shots lately so you’ll just have to click over to Perezhilton if you’re bored bear with me.

We had this visitor, the golden-crowned sparrow, who is supposed to be here in winter and head north for the summer, any day now.

Here he is, eating away on the deck railing, looking good. I love getting shots of them with food in their mouths. [Isn’t there a celebrity website of pictures of celebrities eating? That’s got to be practically impossible to get pictures of, at least of the actresses.]
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Then he turned around.
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EEK! What happened to his eyeball??

And to be totally honest, I didn’t notice this defect until I looked at these shots on my computer.

Mother Nature is rough! Was he attacked? Born deformed? I think someone pecked his eyeball out. That’s gotta be up there with water-boarding for heinous acts.

Birds torturing birds…? Tell me where the all-sunflower-seeds feeder is! Now! Or else!

It’s pretty impressive to me that an injured bird like this can even survive. Imagine how nervous and twitchy you’d be not able to see one whole side of the world? Every noise a potential predator.

What was that? Who’s there? Mommy, is that you meowing?

Should I put some Xanax out for him?
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I think we got a tenant for our rental

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This little chestnut backed chickadee peeked in, clearly, admiring the furnishings, the new fluff the hubs recently installed. Then she hopped all around it, clinging to the nearest tiny branch that would hold her.
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Then she’d hopped back up. I wonder how long a lease she’d need. Maybe month-to-month would be best.
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It IS so hard to make a decision. She may need to discuss it with her significant other.

Do you think we should require a security deposit?

[Sorry to have birds on the brain, guys, but it IS spring!]