
A male MacGillivray’s warbler sitting tall and singing in the morning light. This guy reminded me of a proud male lion that morning with his slate-gray hood and proud posture.

A male MacGillivray’s warbler sitting tall and singing in the morning light. This guy reminded me of a proud male lion that morning with his slate-gray hood and proud posture.

After a winter taking Dark-eyed Junco portraits in the snow a fresh view of this cute little guy as well…refreshing. Green leaves in the background as well as soft looking, clean and very spring like feathers made for a nice portrait.
While checking out the Coneflowers the other day we came across this really cool insect called an Assassin bug.
At one point we found them stalking prey in their world of flowers. The other insect noticed the Assassin on their trail and quickly hopped away avoiding becoming a meal.
Assassin Bugs are ambush hunters that use their long rostrum to inject digestive enzymes into their prey. Their bite is said to be quite painful yet without long term consequences.
So from now on I will be keeping my eyes open and hands a safe distance from this guys home in the coneflowers as summer carries on.

A female Calliope Humming bird, the smallest bird in the United States mind you, zips right on by just like this week has.
Happy Friday and hope your weekend is full of fun.

A short but sweet visit with Mrs. G…the Evening Grosbeak. We ran across her perched upon a limb of a local tree where she gave us that who’s here glance…

and proudly proclaimed hello there my name is Mrs. G.

A quick little move from right to left…

and with a telling glance that, enough is enough, she swiftly ascended the tree and vanished from sight.

Yes, Sparrows can be a handful, but when they come out in the open and give you good view that handful becomes a fistful.
We welcome back a Chipping Sparrow as they sit quietly as we pass by one a early morning walk. While this morning they were silent we typically are greeted by their song this time of year.

A beautiful Lark Sparrow forages for the tiniest of sprouts springing forth from between this rocky soil.

Ushered by their beautiful wren-like song we were luck enough to observe this Lincoln’s Sparrow enjoying the first rays of early morning light.

While out in the grasslands a Vesper Sparrow sang it’s lovely song.

An uncommon but not rare visitor to one of the local reservoirs where waterfowl stop by on their migratory journeys. The was an especially handsome looking albeit a bit shy Blue-winged teal who seemed fittingly dressed for the slate-grey waters that morning.

It was an unusually dark Friday afternoon just a week or two ago, light rain falling, when this male Yellow-rumped Warbler descended from their usual stomping grounds up in the tops of the conifers to forage on insects in the cattails along the edge of the pond.

Taking their time they perused the area and picked out the most buggy of the areas to work over.

Like a true warbler they rarely held still but we were lucky enough to get a nice long look of this beautiful bird before they took off to the tree tops above.

Happy Friday and have a wonderful weekend.
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