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A young hummingbird came up so close to me saying Good Morning. This one is fearless and asked me to go away. The ruckus sound it created was enough to send the cats scurrying away. All things considered, it was breakfast time for the bird.
Did I get your attention? Nope, I am not serving Tequila. Instead this is an introduction to an American Woodcock dancing to the tune of Tequila!
Tim Flanigan This is a hen that has been caught by a winter storm that is preventing her from probing for her earthworm diet. The “dance” is actually a form of seismographic testing in an attempt to encourage an earthworm to move so that her ultra-sensitive feet can detect it and she can probe for it. She normally eats nearly her body weight in worms daily. This bird is in trouble.
Oh dear, I hope the bird will find other ways to forage.
If you built it, they will come. And they did.
I built a sanctuary for birds, two birdhouses. Eventually, they did come.
Finches were the first family that came to nest. I watched the Finches built their nest in the bigger birdhouse and saw the young ones took their first flight. That was such a delight to see. Then they returned and nested again. A total of eight birds came to life and it was thrilling to be a part of it.
The following year, the chickadees discovered the blue house. A new generation were born in this house.
Last year the bees took over. I have no heart to shoo them away. They needed a place to stay and besides they can pollinate the flowers. They were mason bees.
The chickadees came back to nest but it was too late because the bees are not moving out any sooner. Needless to say, I was “bird less” for a year.
This year, I waited for the bees to come back. They were no show. So I decided to clean the nest.
Much to my surprise, I heard the sound chickadee-dee-dee; the best known sound that gives the bird its name.
Between Me, Maurice and Lucy, we imprisoned ourselves inside my sanctuary. The balcony is off limits.
The feeding process is in full gear for at least three weeks. From sunrise to sunset the parents are in and out of the birdhouse to feed their offspring. I can only imagine that there are at least four tiny birds inside the birdhouse.
I have already seen some of the heads poked out from the hole and the parents are now feeding them from the hole and no longer going inside the house. It must be a fairly cramp lifestyle inside when the offspring have grown their feathers and big feet.
Mom and Pop Chickadee
By this time, the parents are starting to look haggard. All they do is feed the bird. Such love and drive to provide food for their young is amazing. And I thought, how much we could learn from them.
Last night, I noticed both parents were perched on the bamboo line and were sounding off a different call. I am unsure what it means but I have the feeling that they are calling their offspring out.
Lucy and Maurice watching the parents
Even Maurice and Lucy were looking at them, intently in a calm manner. The cats were listening to the chattering of the birds. I wonder if animals understand each other.
I focused all my attention to the Chickadees since the departure of Nymeria.
Today I came home, all is quiet. Not a single chirp.
I went outside and called the birds. Chickadee-dee-dee. Nothing.
It’s so strange to hear no chirping sound and the ruckus of the young ones when it’s feeding time.
What is stranger, Maurice and Lucy did not even come out to the balcony with me. They must have known the birdhouse is now empty.
A feeling of emptiness came over me. An empty nest syndrome.
Before Up, there must be down. What I mean by down is a position not in the negative sense.Starting a rainy Vancouver day, which is nothing unusual, this is how the Canadian flag flies and the Sun came up, the Canadian Flag is up and flying proudly.
Canadian Flag to heavy to fly due to rain
Canadian Flag Flying Proudly
What are up on this picture are crystals, colourful balls, stalk of bamboo plant and a bird house.
Crystals, birdhouse, bamboo, colourful balls
The crystals reflect a million and one playful prisms up on the ceiling as well as down on the carpet. Lucy as playful as ever chases the light while Maurice hides because he cannot stand being teased.
Prism up on the ceiling
Lucy chasing the prism
The colour balls represent the planets in the constellation that glows in the dark. I still have yet to put it up properly. On the wall is a shadow of the bamboo plant.
Bamboo plant shadows
The bird house is a place for Finches and chickadees. It is a safe place to grow up for two generations of Finches, total 8 baby birds. One baby finch was born up there so far. There is also a nectar feeder hanging up on the balcony ceiling for the Hummingbird while Lucy watches intently. Maurice is a gentle soul that leaves the bird alone.
Hummer feeder up on the ceiling
Lucy looking up at the hummer
I am up here in my balcony looking down the garden.
Move over Princess Kate, there’s more important event happening at Queens Park, New Westminster, BC. It’s better than a royal event; it’s a rarity, for people who are nature lover.
It’s a bird, not superman. It’s a rare red flanked blue tail bird from Siberia that winters in Japan and made an emergency landing in my neighbourhood. This little thing must have been charged with Eveready Battery: it kept going and going and going. Or maybe the break wasn’t working. I just love the beauty of all things small and wonderful.
With my canine nose sensitivity, I managed to track down Mr. Gordon and asked him if I can use his photos and quote him. He gladly agreed and then I let go of his pants. Yup, this is another power of canine: teeth biting the hem of his pants.
Thank you Mr. Gordon and these are his pictures. What a beauty! For more pictures, click on TheCanadian Warbler.blogspot.ca
Courtesy of Mr. Gordon
Courtesy of Mr. Gordon
Courtesy of Mr. Gordon
On the other hand, I wonder if the bird misses its flock. I am feeling lonely for the bird being alone by itself. I hope it will find its group and be reunited with them. God speed little birdie.