As I sit here listening to the wind blow, and watching snow swirling about, I think back to a time long ago, when I stood on my deck in shorts and short sleeves, sipping coffee, and watching all the birds in my backyard . . .
. . . those were heady days, oh so many days ago (five). As as sipped my coffee, I watched the antics of the Western Bluebirds, and I would raise my D7000 with the 80-400mm lens and act like I was taking photos of the neighbors, even though I was actually photographing the birds.
That particular box (on the north fence) had stood empty for two years now. Each of the last two years bluebirds would come to visit it, and act like they were going to move in, but whenever I checked, the box remained empty.
Last year the swallows built a nest, but then just left (they do that occasionally). Here’s what they left behind.
Now, one can read all about Tree Swallows boxes and what they should be like. You can read about it HERE, but the bottom line is that BlueBird houses are too small for Swallows . . . so I built a new house using these specification linked halfway down the article (HERE).
It’s a larger box, and three holes (two are plugged until the mother begins to feed the chicks – then you open them so as to not have one chick monopolize the feeding).
The swallows are late this year, so I don’t know if they will like my efforts.
Anyway, back to the Bluebirds . . . I watched with some amusement as they tried to get nesting material in the hole.
Most humans who tried to walk through a doorway with a ladder held crossway will immediately recognize the problem . . .
“It’s Disperser . . . you might want to stop trying to get in the box with that piece of much held crossway.“
“Oh . . . Duh!“
“Thanks, Disperser; I owe you one!“
“How about you pose for some photos?“
“OK . . . how’s this?“
“Not bad, but the ground looks a little junky . . . how about the tree?“
“No problem, how’s this?“
“Alrighty then; back to nesting!“
“Okely Dokely, and thanks . . . oh! A Robin!“
Sometimes this lens amazes me . . . the 70-200mm f/2.8 is sharper, but this one has nearly twice the zoom, and if I take care when I shoot, you get . . .
I checked back with the Bluebird, and it was still gathering stuff . . .
By the way, you can click on the photos, but there’s also a SmugMug Gallery HERE.
But wait! . . . is that? . . . is that a Spotted Towhee?
Why, yes Bob! That is exactly what it is.
As I stood there, watching it, I reflected on how many more birds are flying around then when we moved here. Most are raiding my gorilla mulch for nesting materials. Wings fluttering, bird throats belting out calls, and in general a hustle and bustle of activity . . . and I’m on my deck watching.
Then I remembered I had a camera . . .
That is a pretty bird, and it has both striking colors and a great voice, and if the sun had been out, and these were sound movies instead of photos, you would most certainly agree with me!
Now, this was a particularly ambitious bird . . .
It tried twice to fly up to the top of the fence, and upon failing, it hopped up the angled rock, and from there barely made the fencepost. He then took off and half flew, half glided to the shrubs in my neighbor’s yard (they nest low, so they are vulnerable to cats irresponsible pet owners let roam outside).
This was also a very particular bird . . .
. . . and stubborn . . . He found some mulch he liked, but it was hooked up to a larger piece (you can make that out better in the larger version) . . .
. . . he pulled rather vigorously, but the clump came with him . . .
“Why don’t you get another piece? I mean, you’re standing on a bunch of it!“
“Disperser is it? Why don’t you just fu . . . “
“HEY! . . . this is a G-rated blog!“
“Sorry . . . Look, what would you do in my place? How do you handle stubborn inanimate objects?“
“Well, I . . . you’re right; go for it. On three . . . one, two, THREE!“
“Ahem . . . “
“Are you gonna be able to fly with all that stuff?“
Anyway, that’s how I imagined it went. Could be the words have been changed to avoid offending sensitive ears.
Here’s another shot of the bird house that sits empty.
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