I do think it is very nice of the wild birds to allow us to live in their Holler and be their personal servants and food and treat providers.Ĭheers to you from The Holler wild birds who have learned that some humans are real suckers, but they can be trusted~Ĭompelled by the magic of your photography I was impelled to say thank you for the delight these images have given me. The fledgling, looked at me with pure baby-bird annoyance, but then, ignored me, and went back to sleep, while I took more photos. But I gave in and decided to photograph this guy very carefully. I have a visceral sense to not photograph wild bird nests because it can be terrifying and life disrupting for them if I get too close. He has a nest in a custom made bird box by our front door, where we come and go all the time. Check out this little mowhawked finch-fledgling for example. Birds sense, over time, who they need to fear, or can trust, much like like humans do, but birds, for good reason, are far better at this type of calculus then we humans are. It is a bird summer resort here at The Holler. The hummers aren’t even supposed to be drinking from the oriole feeders since they have their own feeders, but hummers don’t listen to reason. They apparently think this is the sole purpose of your life.” I say, “It is because you are hanging the feeder a bit slowly, and the hummers really think you should hold it steady and straight for them NOW, so they can feed from the feeder directly, while you stand still and hold it there for them. He repeats, while hanging the feeder, and trying to see through the buzzing hummer hordes surrounding his head, “Why are they doing this?”
This query is prompted because he hangs the oriole feeders for me which I can’t reach, but he can, because he’s very tall, and the hummers just surround his head while he does this. My son asks, “What is it with the hummingbirds? Why do they buzz around my face every time I walk outside? Don’t they know this could be dangerous for them with humans?” Or, “I saw this new bird, it’s really yellow, not big, and has brown patches on it’s back and white spots. It was big and black, has a mohawk and red eyes. My husband says, “I just saw another bird. Thankfully they have decided to hang around!
I was late in putting out the oriole feeders this season, due to being away on a trip, and I was worried the orioles would see this as irresponsibility on my part, which of course it was, and decide not to bless us with their summer presence. I say, “Did you see? I think the first oriole has arrived?” San Diego county and its rural environs, have more bird species than any other place in the continental US. The flashy-folks arrival at The Holler creates celebration, fascination, lots of, “What is this bird?” types of conversations.
My husband is adamant irregardless is not a word, but I, obviously, am disregarding this.) (Please note the use of the word irregardless.
Just like all the best tony places, The Holler, while decidedly non-tony, has flashy summer residents, who live here only in the summer, and move on to their more expensively-agreeable tropical homes in the winter.īut, unlike some snobby humans who move from their summer to winter homes, irregardless of whether the locals actually want them in either place, these summer residents are welcomed and appreciated by all The Holler locals….
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