I begin with a video I shot earlier today . . .
Again, if you have a good connection, watch in HD.
I continue with something that I had forgotten about. Earlier, I made a comment on Facebook about last year’s NaNoWriMo and while I did not mention this specific thing, the conversation jogged my memory.
Late last October, I played with a couple of samples to kickstart NaNoWriMo.
The first sample went on to become my 2014 NaNoWriMo novel, and part of it also served as my submission to Viable Paradise. I completely forgot about THIS ONE. It’s not only an interesting concept but, what’s more, it was hand-written. That’s what I call true seat of the pants, stream of consciousness, free-flowing writing.
There is a good chance I might expand on that idea for this year’s NaNoWriMo . . . I can’t wait to see what I come up with. Not the idea of writing by hand; the idea of robot overlords.
And now, on to the main attraction of this post . . . I was out watering the backyard shrubs when I heard chirping. You have to understand that I have lost a good portion of my hearing, especially in the high range; for me to hear that, it must have been very loud. What was it?
It does not seem like enough time has passed, but the Tree Swallow chicks are already big enough to come to the opening.
A few comments . . . one, note the small specks on the wood. Those are mites. I word of advice, something I learned the hard way last year. Don’t get too close because them things will actually leap and get on you. They are persistent little shits that are difficult to kill and are surprisingly fast. Last year I tried cleaning them from the nesting box, but it was to no avail. The Swallows themselves are carriers, and they can also bring them in with the nesting material.
Also note, if these idiots had nested in their proper box, there would be three openings, giving each chick a better chance at getting fed. As it is, these chicks are shoving and pushing each other out of the way to be at the entrance when one of the parents comes by with food. I saw at least three, but I’m betting there are more in there.
Anyway, I went to get the camera, snapped the photo above, and then I moved to the side, waiting for things to happen . . .
Wait for it . . . but while you wait, notice the light-colored blur . . . an insect flying around. I should have snapped a photo, but there were literally hundreds of insect airborne, and they are very visible when viewed against the light. I used to be impressed with the insect catching ability of swallows, but now I’m thinking they just fly around with their beaks open and bugs literally just fly into their mouths.
. . . she’s here . . .
And there she goes . . .
You have to be quick; they come in and are gone in the span of a second.
Here’s another pass . . .
The chicks can’t believe it either . . .
. . . this next one was a bit longer as she went into the opening; I think the adults try to not feed the same chick on every trip.
This next sequence gives us a nice view of the food, including the chick opening its mouth to show me what it has . . . looks yummy.
After that, I got hungry. Luckily, about then dinner was ready.
After cleaning up the dishes and putting everything away, I grabbed the longer lens and went back out. This time I was not as close but using the longer zoom . . . and sitting with the light at my back.
I can’t be sure, but that looked like a Familiar Bluet . . . also, note the look the parent gives me. They are pretty used to me being around, but I still think they don’t like me there. I’m about 15 feet away.
Here’s another sequence . . .
I can’t tell what it’s delivering in the above, but notice how far it goes into the chick’s open beak.
This next one is definitively a Familiar Bluet . . .
I like that sequence because the adult hovers a second or two and makes sure the chick actually eats the bug.
I often wonder if the bugs are alive or dead. I’m thinking dead, but there it almost looks as if the bug is struggling. I’ll have to shoot some video and try to confirm one way or the other.
One last sequence . . .
. . . and one single still . . .
And, there you go . . . tree swallows feeding their young. I’ll try and get a few more shots tomorrow, as well as some video.
Meanwhile, for them who want to see greater detail, remember that clicking on the photo gets you a larger version and that going to the SmugMug Gallery HERE let’s you choose to see the photos in their original size.
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