The idle musings of a former military man, former computer geek, medically retired pastor and now full-time writer. Contents guaranteed to offend the politically correct and anal-retentive from time to time. My approach to life is that it should be taken with a large helping of laughter, and sufficient firepower to keep it tamed!
Hummingbirds will fight, or at least have tiffs, over who gets a spot at the feeder. There are definitely more aggressive alphas. I bought 3 feeders one year to spread them out and one bird would fly from feeder to feeder trying to chase others away.
The bird on the top is obviously a female, no matter what colors, etc. she has. Note how she is holding her boy toy's mouth closed, so that he cannot criticize or object to her actions. Have a wonderful weekend, Peter. And thank you for the great blog.
At our previous house, we had a pair of robins. The male would land under the bird feeder and pick up the fallen bits of grain. The female would land a foot or two away, and the male would carry food to her. (Contrast: when they got into the blueberry bush, the male would grab one and fly away, swoop back in, grab another, etc. The female would perch in the middle of the bush and stay there until she'd gotten everything within reach).
"Kids now a days!"
ReplyDeleteHummingbirds will fight, or at least have tiffs, over who gets a spot at the feeder. There are definitely more aggressive alphas. I bought 3 feeders one year to spread them out and one bird would fly from feeder to feeder trying to chase others away.
ReplyDeleteLook at the plumage, the bright green shoulders denotes that's the male on the bottom. He's thinking, "what a view!"
ReplyDeleteThoughts from bird on bottom:
ReplyDeleteDamn; at least I didn't end up like cousin Billy Bob did:
https://www.audubon.org/magazine/praying-mantis-vs-hummingbird
"Now hold still!" "Yes, dear."
ReplyDeleteYes dear. Of course you can drink first.
ReplyDeleteThe bird on the top is obviously a female, no matter what colors, etc. she has. Note how she is holding her boy toy's mouth closed, so that he cannot criticize or object to her actions.
ReplyDeleteHave a wonderful weekend, Peter. And thank you for the great blog.
At our previous house, we had a pair of robins. The male would land under the bird feeder and pick up the fallen bits of grain. The female would land a foot or two away, and the male would carry food to her. (Contrast: when they got into the blueberry bush, the male would grab one and fly away, swoop back in, grab another, etc. The female would perch in the middle of the bush and stay there until she'd gotten everything within reach).
ReplyDeleteI have sent that photo hither and in fact, yon, all to acclaim. Or at least to laughter...
ReplyDeleteTreating the lower bird like a cat owner.
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