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Hummingbird Afternoon

Blue Jay Baby

“It’s just a Bluejay.” “But it’s a baaaby.“ Bluejay baby in the Redbud tree. So take a picture, she said to me.


hat tip: Gizmodo

Not Much of That

I was sitting outside our motel room trying to read a book. Sitting in the shade. Looking up periodically at the crashing waves. Trying to ignore the woman sitting in front of the next room who has many issues. I looked up and saw something flying overhead, An Osprey. Flying low. Just above the palm […]

Not A Bad Day

Late morning: the Lesser Goldfinches have finally come, perched and pecking at the dried cone flower seed heads. Early afternoon: A Wren fluffs in the bird bath outside the study window, flying drops of water glistening in the sunlight. Late afternoon: A Bluejay just made off with one of our cherry tomatoes—time to go pick […]

Before and After Sunset

1. Just Before Sunset The day had been hot. But now the sun was going down behind a thunderhead in the west, lighting up the margins of the great towering cloud silver agains a blue sky. And a cool breeze was blowing. Storms were approaching from the east, with flashing bolts of lightning against the […]


1. Hummingbirds The Turks Cap has only barely begun to bloom in the backyard, the red flowers peeking out from the one plant by the Pine tree. I didn’t figure that we’d see Hummingbirds much until we had more of those red blossoms, but yesterday there was one flitting between the wild Sunflowers. I didn’t […]

Hawks and Owls and Cranes

1. Hawk It was early morning. The sun was still low enough that the heat of the day had not yet risen, and there were clouds running low in the sky and even a hint of rain. We stood at the top of a hill at the edge of a Juniper thicket. Behind us, a […]

My Grandmother's Cardinal

A Cardinal talked to me Sunday morning from the branches of a leafless tree. I was bent over, pitching forks of chipped tree branch mulch into the wheel barrow in a kind of meditative stupor when I heard it singing overhead. Tweeeet. Bit-twoo, bit-twoo, bit-twoo, bit-twoo. The sky was grey, and there was a slight […]

Open Water

It was cold outside. Really cold. I stood at the patio door looking into the yard, holding a cup of hot tea in my hands, watching a trickle of water come from the fountain. The pond reeds were covered in ice. Two Mourning Doves teetered on the edge of the pond trying to get some […]