It was a gray and depressing day filled with clouds that never rained. Then she came, flitting in and out of the little lime trees and the lemon, and the Cape Honeysuckle. That reminded me that one year when we were out birding at the river, we looked up and saw five little fuzzy baby Pheobe's lined up on a branch, waiting for Mom or Dad to bring them dinner.
How neat! Personally, I have a special feeling towards Phoebe's...neat you posted about one :)
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed the picture, PJ. Little Phoebe's are very special. They are very accepting of calm people watching them, so we get to see their cute behaviors as they ignore us and go about gleaning flying bugs.
ReplyDeleteDH says that the Phoebe comes every year to the yard, but I just don't always see it.
When the Fall migrations start, the little native fly catchers get moved around a bit. I'm watching for a little stalwart band of white crowned sparrows and a singular Bewick's Wren to come by soon, too.
Phoebes nest in our barn and our front porch every year. I love these little birds with their bobbing tails.
ReplyDeleteHi Mrs. W. I went to your blog to comment about the Phoebe's and found that your bunnie's tail was bitten off. It very well could have been a rat, and I'll tell you why. Rats can squeeze themselves through the smallest opening. I'm sorry that Felix lost his wee tail. Going back to read your most excellent blog!
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