Measuring

"Hey, ma, what happened? How did I get here? What do I do now?
Hey, ma."

The week in birds....it was a good one, despite no new birds since May 28th. Finally got a couple photos of the Orchard Orioles, whose nest we found. 

And the other one, who was a bit more in control and flew from a stump to this snag

Then last night as we were coming back from getting a tarp to put over the baler to keep it dry overnights, we spotted two fledgling Red-tailed Hawks in the woods along the road.

"Hey, youse! Get offa my porch! How could you stoop so low!!!"

"If you would kindly walk away from this area I might feed my offspring, thank you."

One was perched on a stump, while the other sat in the weeds looking astonished to find himself in such a strange place, after spending his whole previous life in a nest somewhere nearby.

Here you see one of a pair of Cedar Waxwings that was systematically dismantling a
Baltimore Oriole nest and carting off the nesting material.
Don't know of the BAORs fledged or failed as I never saw them around the nest, which is right in front of the sitting porch, since the nest was built. Of course, I am not allowed to sit on the porch...
see above.

We took the photos from the car and got out of there quickly so as not to disturb them.

Song Sparrow

American Goldfinch

Eastern Wood Pee Wee, who really, really didn't want his picture taken...chased him for days

Despite the way June displays a mighty slowing down of passing new birds, we are still having a lot of fun...or at least I am. The boss is haying, having mowed the 30-acre-lot earlier this week.

Another Cedar Waxwing, in town for the Mulberry Express

First day of Summer

Just as it came from the camera

Skies have been amazing this week, from liquid sunsets poured with smooth peach brandy, hung with a silver slice of moon, and flambes of heart-stopping raspberry, to sunrises that shine with the Lord's pure glory.

And since I can't sleep through the dawn chorus I am awake and usually up for most of them.

JSYK there are an awful lot of mosquitoes out if you clean the dog run and put out fresh water before the sun clears the horizon.

Red-tailed Hawk

Fireflies are out too, and for some reason, even though I officially grew up a long time ago, I never got over them. The one in the bathroom that I thought was a cell phone charger, blinking green in the dark, simply delighted me...... after I got over laughing at myself. Pretty soon fireworks season will begin, and although the noise is problematic for some, I can't resist the light show above with the sporty neon bugs below. It just says summer to me.

Find of the day yesterday, an active, and indeed very busy, Orchard Oriole nest
Parents were in and out constantly, so quick I never got a photo of either one!

Wrens STILL haven't fledged, although at least they have grown enough that their squeaks don't sound like the car anymore. I sat out there for a little while yesterday anyhow, despite the parents' protests. Alas, there a couple of robins snooping around again.....

Some Rodents

....is cuter than others......

Gittin' 'er Done

This big old load of hay was plumb interesting to have to pass on this narrow country road

When you don't have a baler or a pick up truck I guess you have to get creative. We had to go out to talk to a gentleman who has been doing a little work for us yesterday and we met with both these conveyances on the way.

When we saw this situation approaching we were utterly puzzled. What on
earth old-fashioned farm implement could this contraption be? See if you can guess
Answer in the comments

It is not wise to proceed too precipitously on the rural roads around here, as you can see.

Turtle Rescue Guy

Note the professional stance, and confident shell-grasping technique

No farmers were harmed during the completion of this task...and the turtle was smiling at the end too.....

That's gratitude for you.....

Although, really, it was more of a smirk......

Almost gottim

Shaky Science

On House Wrens. They are said to be called that because they find it delightful to live around people, even inside porches and eaves.

On "our" sitting porch, whereupon we have done darned little sitting this summer, there is a strictly ornamental bird house, purchased for me by my brother and sister-in-law. It came in a set of cute patriotic stuff and I hung it out there to be....well....cute.

Over the years, Black-capped Chickadees, Carolina Wrens, and a couple of other House Wrens have been confused by its ornamental-ness, and chose to employ it for the more practical purpose of raising broods.

This is a double-edged sword, particularly in the case of House Wrens. Your casa is my casa seems to be their philosophy. I like birds. It is somewhat flattering that they choose to be near us.

On the other hand.....

At first the wrens merely come up on the deck and tweet at your toes if you sit out there too long. They scurry around like mice, looking kinda cute themselves.

Later, when they begin brooding, they get a bit more insistent, darting up on the railings, swooping around, and singing.

Yeah, the male, who seems to be a lazy beggar, (except for the whole singing fourteen hours a day thing), tries to sing you off the porch. He sits on the back of the rocking chair warbling away like it's his job. He is loud. He points his beak right at the door even if we go inside. 

Now, though....now...there are nestlings in that tiny box. A few years ago they fledged six, so I suspect it's pretty crowded.

So now they are simply crazy.

The female shames anyone who dares enter her domicile by eating whatever bug or worm she is bringing in herself, looking at them sadly, and flying away muttering. 

The male sings at you or chatters like a roasting rattlesnake. Should you foolishly think that you might water the flowers, plant a little this or that, or, Heaven forfend, actually sit on the porch, they go nuts.

It is simply not possible to enjoy the porch at all. For weeks.

Even if you stay indoors, the babies peep all day, sounding exactly like the squeaky ball joints on the car when it bounces up the driveway. 

It's nuts. 

Can fledging day be far away? I sure hope not.

Caution

Silver King

......NOPE.....

That moment when you realize that your first car was a pick up truck
just one year newer than this one.....

Look who we found on the way home.....

Happy Father's Day

To these fine gentlemen and to any others I may have forgotten to mention. Hope your special day is special indeed!

Thirty-Three Years together

Fought like tigers....or like old dairy cows that are buddies most days
...but sometimes not so much

Busy as...

Crossed many

I remember them well.

Along the way

we raised some peeps

I have to say....I'd do it all again...Happy Anniversary Ralph.

Blinded by the Light

This bit of garden has only been slightly cropped, no editing of light values

Well, dazzled actually. 

The other night, just before our first series of thunderstorms of the season, we were all drawn to the windows, or outdoors, by the amazing light show.

Sky Dragon

Not lightning, but Technicolor clouds, and orange, pink, and golden landscape anywhere the light touched.

It was downright magical.

Peggy was amazed to find her horses had arranged themselves in a tidy circle as well...

She gets even with us though, and puts all her toy fruit in the refrigerator.....