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One-Word Wednesday

These black vultures blocked my path Saturday morning; they creep me out!

These black vultures blocked my path Saturday morning; they creep me out!

Buzz-off!

Diving Dining

A tern soars above the water.

A tern soars above the water.

The lake that’s next to the path I run on in our neighboring master-planned community is actually a restaurant. Need proof?

This is the spot!

This is the spot!

Last week dozens of Forster’s Terns were above, on, and briefly in the water. One of them was kind enough to descend while I had my Nikon D700 focused on him.

Looks like a tasty snack.

Looks like a tasty snack.

The amount of time it takes for these birds to dive in and come up with the bug of their choice? Mere seconds.

Bye bye, birdie!

Bye bye, birdie!

Talk about your avian fast food!

 

Berries and Birdies

They look yummy!

Not quite ready to be picked

While snapping disc golf photos during last Tuesday’s Southwest Handicap Mini, my Nikon 105mm macro lens was thoroughly distracted. The culprit?

Blackberries!

Plump blackberries

Perfect for cobbler, jam, or just plain eating

Imperial Park was bursting with the yummy (to some) gems. I had never seen so many of them there. If only they had been strawberries or blueberries! I’d have returned the next day with a bucket. Sadly, they weren’t.

The kid’s bid for two.

The kid’s try for two (which he missed).

Of course, I was really at the park to shoot pics of my younger son (who finished second with his handicap and tied for third with his raw score) and the other players in their bids for bountiful birdies.

How apropos!

How apropos!

No, not this kind!

Two-Word Thursday

I thought it looked familiar!

I thought it looked familiar!

Cattle egret!

These birds were in a field close to my house. (Nikon 1 V1)

These birds were in a field (without cattle) close to my house. (Nikon 1 V1)

New Neighbors

Mama sits in the nest.

Mama sits and waits.

The other day when I noticed a blue jay flying around our next-door neighbor’s tree, I saw something almost hidden on a branch.

It was a nest! And the mama jay was warily watching me.

Looks kinda fancy with that ribbon

Looks kinda fancy with that ribbon

I wonder if Hoppy II will be making an appearance at our door in a few weeks!

Hoppy Returns!

Hoppy looks for a way to get into my office through the window screen.

Remember Hoppy, our baby blue jay? The little birdbrain returned the following day.

I was sitting in my office Friday afternoon and was startled by the sound of something hitting the window screen. Who else could it be? Hoppy!

Hoppy settles into a rose bush near my older son’s bedroom window.

Soon the so-ugly-he’s-cute little guy hopped down the front yard landscaping and jumped into a rose bush. He looked a little plumper and more settled. Maybe his parents scolded him about wandering off. He didn’t visit again the rest of the weekend.

Hoppy checks us out.

It could be that the next time we see Hoppy, he’ll finally be using his wings. Hope he doesn’t try to fly into our windows to get our attention!

Birdbrain!

“Anyone home?”

Yesterday afternoon as my younger son and I were working away on various projects in the dining room, we heard a noise at one of the windows that run along the sides of our front door. We investigated and saw a little blue jay who really wanted to come inside.

The welcome mat is NOT for birds!

So, of course, we went out the back door and walked to the front to get a better look. Nervously, of course, because I well know how protective momma birds can be (kind of like mommas of cute sons!).

“Hey, I’m talking to you!’

This little guy (who we named “Hoppy”) would not leave us alone! He would move from the front door and hop around the roses, finally jumping on a windowsill. Eventually he’d return to his favorite spot at the front door, trying to fly up so he could see inside the window. I guess he was looking for a bigger nest.

The baby jay’s got game!

When we were back inside . . . without our feathered friend, thankfully . . . my #2 son decided to see what the little jay would do if he pretended to toss it a small basketball. Every time he did, the bird would open its beak as wide as possible and screech . . . I’m not sure if it thought it was something tasty or it wanted to play!

“Got any worms?”

I guess the poor, little thing was hungry. Where was its mother?

Who hasn’t read that book?

Nope, it definitely wasn’t me! Adoption was not an option.

“What am I, chopped liver?”

There she is! Now, go home, Hoppy!