My Mom always loved birds. I have her bird book where she used to keep track of the birds she’d seen. So I was excited when Mother’s Day here ended up being a big bird sighting day for me.
First up was a rose-breasted grosbeak. I only see these beautiful birds a couple of times a year, always at my feeder. They have black and white wings, a white chest and an absolutely beautiful rose colored bib. (click on the photo above to make it a little bigger. He’s sitting over on the left side of the feeder) I actually had two males at my feeder at the same time yesterday, then later in the afternoon as Katie and I sat in the sun on the deck one sat in the tree above us and sang. I’ve never had the chance to listen to one before. He was a very brave bird; he sat and sang even though Katie was going ballistic over a wayward chipmunk. Once we went inside he popped back down to the feeder and sat there and ate for a long time. Little pig.
I saw another one out at the park, up in a tree. I’ve never seen one anywhere but at the feeder. He was beautiful and I’d show you a picture of him out there if I could figure out how to import my photos to Adobe Photo-shop to crop the photo.
Then I hung the hummingbird feeder up and though I didn’t see him I’m pretty sure I heard a hummer buzz past my head a few minutes later.
Earlier in the day I saw the little green heron fly through the back yard, the first sighting of the summer season. We usually have one or two that nest behind our lot, back in the woods. They make the worst noise as they come in for the evening, but they’re such cool birds I never mind.
I also saw a kingfisher over above the pond as Katie and I were driving to the park in the evening. I rarely see one of those around here either, so that was an exciting thing to see.
And what was the most exciting, beautiful bird I saw yesterday? Just as I was getting supper ready I walked past a window that overlooks the hummingbird feeder. The sun was low in the west and the bright orange male oriole who was sitting on the pole drinking out of the ant moat above the feeder just glowed. He stayed long enough, sipping at the water, for me to call my husband to see him, but not long enough for us to try to get a photo. Trust me, he was absolutely gorgeous. I have only seen one twice before, always first thing in the spring, and always checking out the hummingbird feeder. I guess I need to get him some food of his own. Soon.
So, given it was Mother’s Day, and given Mom loved seeing birds I’m thinking she just maybe sent them to visit me. Anyway, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.