Yesterday at Nathan Krestul Park there were juvenile Eastern Bluebirds and Red-winged Blackbirds.
Back to Gram’s this afternoon. A flash of orange legs at the edge of the lake caught my eye.
Back home, I was delighted to see a female, juvenile Downy Woodpecker drinking from the bubbler. I’d like to think it was the little one I saw a few days ago.
Recently juvenile Downy Woodpeckers–both a male and a female–have been drinking from the bubbler. It’s an odd sight since I haven’t seen any other woodpeckers patronize the bubbler. Below is a shot of the female:
A few minutes later, this little female Downy flew into one of our windows and knocked herself silly. (Most of the windows along our deck have sun shades hanging in front of them, which has reduced bird strikes. She hit a small window by the breakfast nook without a sun shade–the window with a hummingbird feeder hanging in front of it.)
I put her on a towel, in the shade. After a few minutes, when I went to check on her, she surprised me by perching on my finger. She had no problem clinging or staying upright, but she kept craning her neck around, a full 180 degrees. It was such an odd sensation having her cling to my finger–it was as though she were sticking to me rather than grasping me with her feet. I returned her to the towel. A little while later, I offered her water by dipping my finger in water and transferring a drop to her beak. She accepted and swallowed several drops. Then she half flew, half hopped off the deck and climbed into the oleander by the bubbler. Best of luck, little one.
On this Mother’s Day, Canada Goose mothers everywhere wish to remind you that every Canada Goose started out looking like this:
After marveling whether I’d really pulled over on the side of the road to take pictures of Canada Geese, I went to Gram’s this afternoon. The Ospreys, which were always on the far side of the lake from us, were loud enough for her to hear them:
Back at home, a flash of yellow in the back yard caught my eye. It was an American Redstart, the first of the season. She was trying to get a drink of water by hovering above the bubbler:
And what Mother’s Day would be complete without a picture (albeit blurry) of a mama caring for her young?