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.
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…
One of my most favorite photos. This one was during a stroll in the Coker Arboretum at UNC Chapel Hill (North Carolina) in 2010. Over the years, this picture still makes me smile. It was a perfect summer day, and the arboretum featured this fantastic creek of little rocks and waterways that the birds were just enamored with. Playing this way and that, splashing and bathing not caring how close I was with my camera.
But this little one was having a far better time with much more enthusiasm than all the others. I delighted in sitting there for a solid fifteen minutes just watching it wriggle, shake, roll, duck it’s head under and become thoroughly drenched. The little water droplets hanging in mid-air here were nothing compared to the waterworks display in other photos. But I love this shot best because this little ball of feathers just had all sorts of fun-loving bird attitude: Tail up, feathers askew and having a good ‘ole time.
Because everybody needs a happy little robin, enjoying the sunset, to keep them company while doing yard work.
The NCAR (National Center for Atmospheric Research) Trailhead off of Mesa Trail.
The Mesa Trail system in the Boulder, CO area didn’t disappoint. Craggy mountain vistas, views of the city of Boulder, birds, spring growth, icicles and stunning evergreen forests abounded.
The really great part about hiking in the Flatirons is that within the first 10-15 minutes of walking, you’re already seeing fantastic mountain views and photo opportunities from the trail.
At this elevation, just go ahead and keep the 45SPF with your trail bag.
A curious little fellow singing to the sun.
The trails began out of the National Center for Atmospheric Research (NCAR) property where we parked. It’s an easy drive from just about anywhere to get here and parking was plenty.
I’ve also found that while everyone is usually focused on their feet, it goes a long way to be friendly and thank those who stand to the side for you, offer a comment about spots to tackle with caution you just passed or where there’s an awesome camera shot ahead.
I’m surprised by how much plant life continues to flourish in the mountains under and through the snow as the seasons change.
Admittedly, I was a bit worried that I would struggle with the winter out here and possibly find myself not enjoying it. But I love winter so far here! And for me this includes still getting out on weekends when to enjoy the gorgeous country that is just a few miles down the road.