On the same hike that yielded the thoughts and photos for the "Brave Little Toaster" entry, I saw an orange-yellow bird...
In all seriousness, it wasn’t ruined. But that’s only because I took it away after a couple of minutes.
One Chuck-It chewed. One bird not quite identified. That, my friends, was May in pictures.
I mean, I did other stuff. I just didn’t take photographs of it, apparently.
Baltimore Oriole in a treetop level with the second floor.
I’ve been photographing the dogs and writing about them for a while, but that’s hardly my only interest and hardly the only thing in my life I might want to take a picture of and share with other folks. The telephoto lens brings a few more subjects in range.
This female Downy Woodpecker has taken a shine to the black oil sunflower seeds we serve up on our porch and she can be pugnacious about pushing off the finches and titmice. She certainly isn’t skittish about the shutter clicking wildly only a few feet away from her.
House Finches are also exceedingly fond of the Sunflower seeds, and are equally happy perched on the feeder or running cleanup duty on the railing.
Tufted Titmouse to visit it from time to time?