Bird and Bloom

Bird and Bloom. It is Spring.

My merry time is spring. While birds are migrating here and blooms are vigorous, I cannot lift my eyes off them. I am not counting the birds I have seen, but every existence of them is a temptation for me. Their voice is just like my grandchildren’s giggles, irresistible.

This is my first time to actually see an Acorn Woodpecker. He reminds me of the cardinal, the clergyman, a bald-headed cardinal? I do like the background with misty rain.

I had a small history with Mourning Doves. A mommy Mourning Dove laid the eggs on the top of our window air-conditioner (20+years ago). The babies were born, nourished and flew away on their own in about 7-10 days.  Dad was around every day to inspect the progress. Mom was hovering the babies day and night. That was the first time in my life that I witnessed a mother’s love from a bird and the beginning of my love for birds.

The fuzzy little thing, Rufous Hummingbird, is ‘fussing’ in the misty rain. He was far away from me and kept fidgeting, not a very clear shot. But he is too cute not to be shown.

I cannot resist bird singing and neither can I resist the colors of the flowers.

I like to see bird’s eyes clear and keen while I don’t necessarily like my flowers to be crispy and sharp. I just like that dreamy, fuzzy and undescriptive look. What can I do?

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