Baby Hummingbirds

So while I was at my friends house photographing the owl, she shows me a baby hummer on the ground. It was still breathing and she had found its nest 15 ft up on a branch. Her hubby got a ladder and put it back in the nest. I climbed up the hill across from the tree just barely high enough to see into this tiny nest. It’s only 2″ wide and maybe 3″ deep. As I was watching a head started poking up from underneath the bird that fell. It eventually got all the way to the top when I took this shot. I waited for about 30 minutes hoping the mom would return. We kept hearing a hummer chirp in the area. I was a good 50ft in the forest from the tree with the nest. I eventually gave up and went home. My friend said about 5 minutes after I left the mom came and feed them.

There’s my Barred Owl

So my best friend and I were walking (like we do almost every morning) and she said “you are going to be SOOOOO jealous”! I asked why and she told me about this Barred owl that was hanging out at her house the day before. She knows I’m an owl freakazoid–but rarely get to photograph one. I said call me day or night if he returns. About an hour after our walk I got the call. I drove the mile to her house like a maniac . It was still there (and stayed for a good hour!)

So I finally got a shot of a Barred Owl!

Angry Birds…not the game

I was working on a new set of photos when I heard quite the EAGLE RUCKUS…

Multiple eagles were screeching–a lot. I ran outside and looked up to see FOUR Baldies all in a fray with two seagulls joining in. It was an aerial war zone. Two of the eagle flew away with the gulls still in hot pursuit. These two landed on a snag next to my house. They were looking very intent in different directions often screeching to let everyone know they were still there.

My personal Bald Eagle

Not really, but I like to imagine so…

This is one of a pair that live up the bay at my friend’s property. But she (she’s larger than the male) comes and lands at the top of this medium tree whose top is exactly at my eye height when I’m sitting in my living room.

Isn’t she gorgeous?

Downward snow dog.

My father LOVED junkyard art. He brought these dogs everywhere he moved. They weren’t my thing. HOWEVER–when he moved to the nursing home and I sold or gave away most of his things I brought these home.

They bring me great unexpected joy…

Whenever I see them, their expressions remind me of my quirky ol papa smiling from above.