Can you find the hummingbird?
I’m trying to clear some of the accumulated photos of hummingbirds littering my hard drive, hence why yet another hummingbird post. Of course, it would help if I stopped grabbing my camera and going out amongst the little dynamos, shooting away like crazy.
Now, people look at the above photo and say something along the line . . .
“Ho-hum; another hummingbird. What else you got?”
“Well, excuse me! Did you read the title?”
But, here’s something for the romantics out there.
Now, ain’t that cute? She’s wearing her heart on her throat.
Wait . . . are those her lungs?
OK, how about this . . . baby got back!
Right . . . Calliope hummers used to be the most difficult to capture as they were very jumpy. Now I can basically phone it in since they are frequent and willing subjects.
I never tire of looking at their throat feathers. Reminds me of lava flowing down from the side of a volcano.
As much as I like all hummingbirds, I admit to liking the flashiness of the males, usually expressed by flaring their throat feathers.
Just a turn of the head, and brilliance erupts.
They don’t seem real, and within the span of a few seconds, you’d swear it’s a different bird you’re watching.
The thing is, they are beautiful no matter how you look at them.
But don’t be fooled . . . these guys are fierce fighters. Most of the battles are anchored in aerial displays, diving, and flaring of their tail feathers, but I’ve seen a hummingbird make contact, using his beak to push another off a perch.
I wonder if that’s what happened to this guy.
This is more along the lines of a typical confrontation (notice the pollen on the beak).
Sometimes it’s just a look, and the other bird leaves.
Yesterday I posted my favorite shot of a hummingbird. In part, that’s so because I got very close.
Here’s another example of slowly getting closer; I typically snap a picture right away, and then I move slowly closer as I continue to snap away. That way I know I have at least one shot.
By the way, notice the feather on its beak . . . the boy’s been in a few scrapes.
Here’s my favorite shot of this lady . . .
As usual, one can click on the above photos to have a larger version open in a new window or tab.
Or one could go to the SmugMug Gallery (HERE) to see the original size of the photos. Also, there are more photos in the Gallery.
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