feed me!

This baby tufted titmouse on the left cried to be fed for about 20 minutes, flying back and forth from tree to bird feeder. Finally mom arrived on the right and fed her the sunflower seed that she had been waiting for. At least this is how I read the situation. Baby looks bigger than mom. This all happened in a matter of seconds, thankfully I was ready for the action!

I give a hoot

Look into my eyes for I have many stories to tell and secrets to share. My feathers are soft and downey but don't be fooled, I am a stealth hunter. For now I am captive and cared for but one day I will be free again, if only in my soaring dreams.

simple pleasures

Grandma's hydrangeas are falling over each other in total celebration of June.

nighty night

Last night at 7:30pm

Last night at 8:30pm

Squirrels

The baby squirrels peaked out from their den to take a look around, eventually they ventured out, flattening themselves  onto the tree trunk. I think they may have been scared. 

But siblings can give support to each other so after some time they played and jumped from branch to branch. Cute now. But not so much later when they're grown.

breath deep

Unfolding petals raising their faces to the sun. All soft and velvety and ready to be inhaled.

Tully complains

I like the mockingbird, I really do, but I think he is very noisy. A dog can barely work during the day in the garden with all the racket that comes from the mockingbird. He sings all the time, day and night. He is on the other side of the house that's why I'm sitting by the front door. But frankly I still hear him. Sing sing, what a pain. I wonder what would happen if I started barking all day and night. I'm not going to do it, you know who would be mad at me.   

This is where he spends his time, day and night singing. Did I mention that he sings all the time? 

He can be in charge of the roof, because I'm busy now being in charge of the dock.

I think I'm in love

I listened to this energetic spirited non stop singing Mockingbird for hours and hours. I really can't explain the intensity of his song. I worried about his health! He never stopped and it was 90 degrees outside in the garden down by the beach. I sat for a very long time with him, put water in the birdbath in hopes that he would take a break, he didn't. He sang and I smiled. I imagine he's looking for a mate. I was willing but he had no interest...

Finally his joy could hold no boundaries. He simply jumped straight up.

and up,

and then he floated straight down.

and down...

and started his singing all over again. 

That was yesterday, and today he is still singing...

Tails Up

 

I spent at least a half hour trying to photograph these peacocks and not one of them would display for me. In fact they were very unimpressed with me. A few tried to escape entirely and go into their shed, leaving me feeling dejected.

I don't know why they eventually decided to open up and forget about me, but they did.... all three at the same time. As if to challenge me to deal with the overwhelming wonder of them.

This one quite literally blew my mind. 

I now have 570 images to play with. 

Tails up and down!

color overload

Can you guess who I've been with?

Can you believe the colors?

My head is spinning. 

More tomorrow!

observation

Looks like rain....again

rainy days

This pied-billed grebe floats and soaks and becomes the center of her own attention.