At the zoo today we paid a buck apiece to feed colorful birds from popsicle sticks. How have I missed this before?!
And the day’s not over yet.
Even when it doesn’t rain, it never dries out here in the dead of winter. That’s why there’s still so much life. Living through East coast winter brown for so many years, I’d forgotten how green January can be.
This guy was waiting for a bully to finish at the hummingbird feeder. It wasn’t another bird who kept chasing him away; it was a bee!
It has been a long time since my last post. I’ve been trying to figure out what type of hummingbird this is. According to the bird book I received for my birthday, there are very subtle distinctions between those indigenous to this region. Calliope, Costa’s, Anna’s, Rufous…then there are variations between juvenile, subadult, adult, each differing depending on gender. It’s enough to drive a person crazy. But I’m settling on Anna’s, because I need to move on.