We spotted this juvenile robin calling for its mother in our back yard this afternoon. It’s feathers weren’t grown out yet and it could only hop about as it tried to stay hidden next to hedges and tree lines while it waited for lunch to be delivered.
A sweet little sign of summer.
Today was predicted to have 4-6 inches of snow, but so far it’s just cold with the finest of snow falling that has left town under a solid sheet of ice. A good day to stay home, stay warm and catch up on some things around the house (or do nothing at all)!
This week has been cold and snowy mainly, so it was a nice surprise to see a dark-eyed junco set against such a brilliant-blue sky. The blue was just as nice to photograph as this little friend.
Not the friendliest of sights in our yard today. But in freezing temperatures, eating is surviving.
Resting in an aspen tree on a cold hunting day here in Cheyenne, WY. Looks like a juvenile Cooper’s hawk.
A pair of juvenile European Starlings were having the best time in our bird bath a few days ago. So much fun, in fact, the they splashed out nearly all of the water.
We’ve been visited by several birds who enjoy coming to have a sip of cool, clean water as well as some who prefer to splash about (usually it’s the robins who have a party in the bath). The bowl was a simple $30 purchase from a local landscaping shop, but has provided so much entertainment to watch our feathered friends while they enjoy their own little watery oasis.
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…
