Just can't decide

which one to eat next.

 

  

So many to choose from.

 

Return of the native

The heat wave returned on New Year's Day and so did the dehydrated bird. Why just that one?

This time I put out some water in a plastic tray on the ledge, then sprayed water toward and around the area. The bird picked up the smell of the water quickly. After a brief internal struggle it came onto the ledge and quickly drank its fill at one end of the tray while I tried not to disturb it with camera clicks and movements of the blinds and so on. I was lucky to get even these images.

Very thirsty, very skittish, with beady eye!

The tray of water is up ahead, obscured by the vegetation. It has already had a massive drink.

Leaping to a nearby branch, me and camera in discreet pursuit, it excitedly bobbed up and down and screamed for a few seconds, perhaps thanking me, perhaps berating me, then flew off.

And that was that.

Tis the night before Christmas

and nothing much can stir because of a serious heat wave. December is likely to be the second warmest on record.

4:29PM

This was a first, and surprising. The flock to which this bird undoubtedly belongs occupies much higher ground farther up the street, and the birds usually don't like being this low.

The heat was high but the humidity was low.

The bird takes micro sleeps but can't fully relax.

Too many feathers and can't get cool?

4:38pm

I didn't get the meaning of what the bird was doing in that last photo until much later on that night.

And that, thought I, was that.

Guylyn 1884

Victoria St

 

 

The Moon and Jupiter