Birds
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What do they put in this stuff?
Along with the bluebirds, pileated woodpeckers have shown an interest in the suet this year. We had one come once or twice years ago, but this one — part of a family of the majestic birds that frequent the dead ash trees out back — seems quite interested.
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Bluebirds?
We’ve seen bluebirds very rarely in the 24 years we’ve lived here. For some reason, this year we’ve had 3 or 4 pairs take up residence over the last several weeks, eating at the bird feeder. I thought you needed mealworms to attract these lovely creatures, but it seems peanut flavored suet is enough.
The bluebird is New York’s state bird. I so enjoy these small, fluffy bursts of color in an otherwise drab setting.
My daughter took the picture above, as well as this next one:
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Bluebirds
They’re our state bird, but we don’t see much of them.
They pass through this time of year, traveling in a small flock, and stay for a few days before moving on.
Somehow it’s often on a drab day that we look out and see them searching for insects or puffed out for warmth.
Lovely little spots of color among the branches, and part of the changing pattern of this place.
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Zinnia Whisperer
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Garden Sightings
Great Spangled Fritillary 
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Outer Banks in June
I thought I’d posted these earlier in the summer. Better late than never! These are a few select pictures of a great experience at the beach.
To scroll through the photos manually, click on a photo and move forward or back in the sequence using the arrows.
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Robins
Youngster, chilling with Mom -
Sapsucker Woods
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365 Photo: Black & White
A friend of mine regularly posts photos for the 365 Picture Today daily prompts. It’s inspiring, so I thought I might try a few.
Today’s prompt is “Black & White.”
This is not a new photo, but it’s a favorite. Chickadees are one of my very favorite black & white things. They are brave little birds, so inquisitive and busy. This picture seems to capture these traits, along with the theme of this blog: “The more you look, the more you see.”
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Spring?
Yesterday, it felt like we lived in a snow globe all morning. Big flakes whirled around and drifted reluctantly to the patches of mud and color-starved grass that were emerging from the past weeks’ snow cover. It was just enough to restore a thin blanket over the ground.
Then, in the afternoon, the maple out front was suddenly filled with robins. They sat and hopped and clucked and fluttered to the holly to eat berries and generally reassured us that spring is around the corner.
As a child, the first robin was always the harbinger of spring. Some things you never outgrow.
