There’s almost nothing so adorable and natural as an infant having just filled up on warm milk and then passing out into a milk coma in a state of utter bliss. Walking by my kitchen window yesterday, I am pretty sure I just observed the Robin equivalent: The worm coma:
This Robin parent was working so hard (as mom and dad birds of all types are in the spring). The fledgeling was perched, unmoving, on our back deck rail for hours while the adult flew back and froth continually. I was worried for 2 hours when I didn’t see the adult return, but then they did and junior was treated to a big piece of yummy worm.
After which he or she promptly passed out into, you guessed it, a worm coma. The little fluff could hardly hold it’s head up as it snoozed the warm day away.
Finally the poor thing was in such a state of snooze, it just let it’s little head fall down and there it lay, the most contented Robin in the history of birds.
Once the worm coma passed, it was up and at ’em again, chirping away as a little homing beacon for the adult to come back again, and again, and again…
A Wyoming snow came in today despite it technically being Spring now. It’s snowed several times over the last few days (but here in Cheyenne, only light accumulations).
Despite the snow, the birds were just singing their hearts out while it fell. Robins, Blue Jays, Juncos, House Sparrows, House Finches, Doves, Grackles, Starlings and Flickers were observed today. After filling all of our feeders, I stood outside under the aspens and quietly listened while the flakes fell.
And it felt more like Spring than Winter.
A Cooper’s Hawk was spotted in our back yard aspens taking stock of what was moving about this afternoon (which wasn’t much).
On a wintery day in Virginia in November, 2013, no other birds in the woods had the fluff on display like this song sparrow. It’s not the most focused photo I’ve taken, as I was about 50ft away and behind a window when I snapped it, but it’s one of my personal favorites. I do miss song sparrows as even though they should be prevalent in the locations I’ve lived in the last three years, I haven’t seen many. I’m sincerely hoping to see a few in our new home in Wyoming soon. Their song is unique, sweet and comforting to hear, wherever I am.
We only received a few inches here in southeastern Wyoming today, but this dove was every bird on the feeders: Head down and braced against the wind.
Right now the Northern Flickers are the biggest birds visiting our feeders. I’m venturing this one is female but can’t be 100% without a better look.
Since we’ve been here in October, our range of birds is slowly broadening. This one was paying particular attention to the bay window I was shooting from, since our 6 month old house cat was seated beside me, chattering at everything that moved.
Despite being the most common birds we see here by our house on the hill, this male House Finch was taking nothing for granted and was alert as he perched in the branches nearby. Despite being roughly 20ft away and indoors, shooting this photo still revealed, close up, I was being monitored intently through the windows.