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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!

Unwanted Photogenic Visitors

Silverfish are icky yet fascinating.

I’m not sure what anyone else does when they spy a silverfish in their bathroom sink.

The itsy-bitsy spider is on the inside of the dirty glass near my front door looking out.

Or a spider trying to escape from inside the house to outside.

But when that happens to me, I run to grab my Nikon digital SLR and Nikon 105mm macro lens. Hey, if they’re not paying rent, the least these critters can do is let me get up close and personal! I quickly snap a few photos before they quietly go on their way.

Not that all these intruders are nice and polite, though.

A mourning dove looks down on my foyer from outside.

The other day a mourning dove (they’ve been so noisy lately!) set up camp on the ledge above my front door. The Peeping Tom loved looking into our house . . . or so I thought.

Oh oh!

How rude!

Birdarazzo: A Cardinal Sin

A cardinal adds a bright splash of color to our mulch.

We had an unusual visitor in our yard yesterday.

“Come look at the red bird,” said my #1 son as he looked out the front door’s windows. I jogged over, looked, felt my jaw fall, and then I ran to my nearby office to grab my Nikon D700 . . . after I switched the 50mm lens for the 105mm.

It’s not often that we see cardinals in our yard in the Houston area. We have loads of annoying blue jays and other garden variety birds. So seeing that rare splash of red piqued our interest.

The cardinal seems interested in the agapanthus.

As the cardinal hopped up our driveway, #1 and I moved to the dining room’s window. I shot through the blinds, not wanting to startle the bird. I figured he wouldn’t notice me, as he checked out the agapanthus.

Oh, oh . . . busted!

Then the cardinal looked right at me.

You know how much my #2 son balks at having his momarazzo snap pix of him? I guess the same can be said for my feathered friend—he looks like he wants this birdarazzo to take a flying leap!

Natural Tendencies

A bird flies through the sky at sunset.

Nature called at Tuesday’s disc golf handicap mini tournament, and I answered.

No, not that kind of nature!

While I was snapping pix of flying discs and intriguing flowers at the park with my Nikon 105mm lens, I was drawn to that part of nature that likes to stay hidden and/or is difficult to photograph.

Young birds just want to be left alone.

Birds in the sky are easier to capture than these young ’uns that hid in a tree not far from their nest.

Flowers attract a swallowtail butterfly.

Butterflies flit from flower to flower, usually too quickly to be photographed clearly.

A small butterfly rests for a bit.

Although sometimes they’ll stay just long enough.

“Leaf me alone!”

As the hour grew late, I saw more and more moths flying in the grass. It almost seemed like the park was their after-hours bar.

Casual conversation in the grass

Sometimes the moths coexisted with bugs.

“What’s hanging?”

But they mostly stuck with their own kind.

Hmmmmm . . . .

As I was shooting away, I watched one moth approach another.

Oh, oh!

They then started to engage in something that made me feel like a voyeur!

Now, I’m no entomologist, so I couldn’t be 100 percent certain. But my first thought was, “Get a room!”