So, last week was the first time I actually went out to start my training sessions with the hummers. You see, early in the season they scatter as soon as I open the door to the deck. After a few weeks, they jump, and maybe go and hover 10-20 feet away.
By last week it had gotten to the point where they would buzz me, and were more concerned with arguing with each other than worry about the old dude with a camera standing about three to five feet away. They had almost gotten used to the shutter noise (if I ever decide to upgrade my camera, I’m looking with something that has a stealth mode).
I should mention there are 11 species of hummingbirds that can be seen in Colorado. I’ve not seen all eleven. At most, I would guess at having spotted five different species, and one is a maybe.
The fellow above is a male Rufous. The fellow below is a Calliope Hummingbird.
The Rufous hummers arrive late, and when they come on the scene is when the hummer wars start to get heated. You see, they like to guard their territories, and their territories often include all seven feeders in the back yard.
They tend to stand guard perched on trees that are anywhere from 30 to 50 feet away.
It’s easiest to identify the males than the females. I mean, I can identify they are female . . .
. . . and I think the ones with these speckled throats are female Rufous . . .
But these others are a crapshoot . . .
What makes it even more difficult is that some may be juveniles.
I’m very close to the feeders, so it’s often difficult to capture them in flight because they don’t stay still for very long. The earlier shots were taken with my 70-200mm lens, and with that I can zoom out when they move and reacquire them fairly quickly.
These shots are taken with the 105mm Macro. I’m also closer to the feeder and the bird, and I can’t zoom out to track them. Because of that, I feel lucky when they hover close to the feeder, and I can catch them flying.
It’s also nice to catch more than one on the feeder at the same time.
Usually there’s a hummer that does not care if I’m there (maybe they are returning from last year), and if one sits on there, it emboldens the others to stop by.
Here’s the one that doesn’t mind me . . .
These birds were on my neighbor’s roof for a long while . . . probably also enjoying the hummers flying all over the place.
I think this next one is a Broad-tailed hummingbird . . . also relatively fearless.
. . . especially given all the hummers standing guard . . .
This lady was fairly curious about me . . .
This next fellow game me quite a number of nice shots . . .
I think these next three shots were some of the best for the day.
The SmugMug gallery, can be found HERE. Be aware the original sizes are close to what you get if you click on the individual photos above. That’s because I cropped extensively. Mind you, I was close, but the birds are small.
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