Sunday, March 23, 2014

Birds of a Feather...


...don't always just flock together.

I noticed the robins and the cedar waxwings liked to hang out in the same trees.



Sometimes the robins flew solo, though.




“The robin flew from his swinging spray of ivy on to the top of the wall and he opened his beak and sang a loud, lovely trill, merely to show off. Nothing in the world is quite as adorably lovely as a robin when he shows off - and they are nearly always doing it.”

― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden



Wrens have always been one of my favorites, and not just because they love to eat the insects around the house.




They are just so chubby and cute.


"Who you calling 'chubby'?"



A splash of cardinal red always brightens a gray day.




Add the backdrop of a blue sky and even the memory of a gray day disappears.




Sparrows aren't afraid of anything.
This one seems to be daring me to come closer.


It was pure luck that I came upon this couple in February,
and even more luck that I was able to snap their photo.
I was trying to get closer to the waxwings, and there these two were, right on my path.
I'm guessing they are a type of goldfinch.

(I'm grateful I have blog friends who will correct me if I'm wrong!)



“The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.”
― J.M. Barrie


Monday, March 10, 2014

Freeze!

"It is said that in a certain faraway land the cold is so intense that words freeze as soon as they are uttered, and after some time thaw and become audible, so that words spoken in winter go unheard until the next summer. "
~Author Unknown



Last Tuesday 
Winter reminded us it was technically still her season.

I woke to a crystal-like wonderland out my window.



Naturally, I grabbed my camera and headed outside.


Drops of rain from Monday night's thunderstorm were frozen in place, 
like Time stood still.
















I think the sparrows were worried Winter was going to stick around awhile. 
They went on a feeding frenzy at the birdfeeder.


But it was all gone later that day. 
It's March in Texas, after all.



Thursday, February 27, 2014

Cedar Waxwing Fever!

I lost track of time on Monday. 




The Cedar Waxwings chose Long Hollow for a little R&R, triggering my inner paparazzi.




It was a gray morning, and I stayed pretty far away so I wouldn't spook them,



so I wasn't sure if any of the hundreds of photos I took would be worth a dang.



Since I was expecting the worse, I'm pretty pleased with the results,



although I had to play with them in Lightroom quite a bit to bring out the color.



Cedar Waxwings do have amazing color. 




Bits of bright yellow and red and blue in odd places


 although I don't think you can see them in my photos. 



Just not enough zoom.




“In order to see birds it is necessary to become a part of the silence.”
― Robert Lynd