"In the night...the scream of the rabbit is terrible. But the scream of the owl which is not of pain and hopelessness and fear of being plucked out the world, but of the sheer rollicking glory of the death-bringer, is more terrible still. When I hear it resounding through the woods, and then the five black pellets of its song dropping like stones into the air, I know I am standing on the edge of the mystery, in which terror is naturally and abundantly part of life, part of even the most becalmed, intelligent, sunny life--as for example, my own. The world where the owl is endlessly hungry and endlessly on the hunt is the world in which I live, too. There is only one world."
Mary Oliver, Blue Pastures

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Hummers

Today we went to Estero Llano, walked around for a couple of hours, then took a break at the long bench across from the hummingbird feeder on the far west lane of the Tropical Zone. We were later joined by two unrelated couples - one from Mankato, Mn and the other from Rochester, Mn. Old home week. 

Later we were joined by our friend Rick Snider who has been studying and photographing the hummingbirds of Estero for a number of years. It was a good day. I got I.D. quality photographs of all four known local species of hummingbirds - the Ruby-throated, Black-chinned, Buff-bellied, and the Rufous Hummingbird. (Until last week there was some disagreement about whether it was a Rufous or an Allen's. Rick got a great shot of the tail which ended that discussion.) Here's shots of a Black-chinned and the Rufous.




Learning to tell'em apart at a glance. - Gunnar

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