Forgive me if you’ve already identified these. I am teh suck with Little Brown Birds. And these are too damned adorable not to post. I’ll have more interesting UFDs coming as long as the little buggers decide to cooperate.
These are from Sunday’s walk along North Creek. There were all sorts of birds around, some of which I even recognized, and I shall include them for variety’s sake.
The problem with shooting birds along the North Creek corridor is that there are so very many places for birds to hide. When the trees leaf out, you can’t see much of anything, and the birds pretty much sit within the foliage tittering at you and your wretched efforts to photograph them. Sparrows swoop overhead, too swift to catch an image of. LBBs give you a brief glimpse before popping off into the trees or deep in the tall grass, where your camera will never catch them.
But I noticed movement down by some rocks. There’s a little rivulet running through a corporate property, close to the levee, and something was down by it doing stuff. I couldn’t tell quite what. I was up on the levee, and the thing was tiny. Also, brown bird against brown rocks and brown detritus? Yeah.
Still. The camera managed a glimpse:
That’s a pretty good testament to 10x optical zoom and a good crop, ain’t it?
The wee little thing bounced over to a rock and started messing about. After a bit of observation, I suspected it was eating grass seed.
It had a seed head it was worrying away at. Very intent about it, too. And adept at catching the head and bringing it back down when it sprang back up.
Of course, all of this was hard to make out from that distance. I could barely even tell it was a bird. So I hoofed it down a side path off the levee and tried to sneak up along the bank. I’m not very sneaky. I disturbed its lunch.
It looks a tad upset. But it did let me get rather close and stayed still for a bit before flying off, so there’s that.
After it abandoned me, I continued on toward the pond by 195th Street. I quite like that pond. I’ve spent lots of time there, but it’s never been quite such a happening place as it was Sunday. Usually, I just see ducks there, but this time, as I walked by the shore, an enormous blue heron flew past in a stately manner (but not stately enough for me to bring my camera to bear) and settled in for a bit of fishing. Hidden, of course, by a thick screen of bushes. Sigh. But when I climbed the hill on the other side of the pond, I caught sight of it, and decided to try a shot, and I’m quite pleased with how it turned out.
I cannot stress enough how glad I am that I bought a camera with 10x optical zoom. That was a very long shot.
So up the path I went, taking the bridge over the creek and haring off towards the second pond, encountering some critters of interest I shall tell you about a bit later. When I reached the second pond, I discovered the place was packed with finches.
Five years, I’ve lived here. Five years, I haven’t noticed a single house finch, and all of a sudden, after Trebuchet identified the first one I saw, I see them everywhere. I’ve seen them in Briar, I’ve seen them in Snoqualmie, and now right here near home. Amazing how many ubiquitous things you never see until your readers start requesting mystery birds.
It makes me wonder how much else I miss. Suppose I’ll find out when you lot start requesting other mysteries.
After encountering the house finches, I walked along the lawn at the edge of the pond, which is a way I’ve never gone before. It doesn’t seem right to invade the building’s grounds on a work day, but it’s some sort of school district thingy and this was a Sunday, so I figured they’d probably not mind a silly woman with a camera trying to catch birds. I was hoping for a shot at one of the red-winged blackbirds I’d been hearing, but no joy. However, I did come across what seemed like an entire flock of LBBs congregated on a patio. They hurried off into the trees when they saw me coming. One perched on top like a Christmas ornament and allowed me to get a good snap.
I can’t even begin to tell you whether that’s the same type of LBB as the first or not. LBBs are bloody difficult.
After that excitement, I caught up another part of the creek path that leads to the new bridge they put in on thirty-somethingth avenue. And standing on that bridge, I swear to you, I saw a kingfisher fishing. It wasn’t a heron – they don’t swoop out of trees and back up like that. It wasn’t an eagle or an LBB or anything else I’ve seen. But it was so far away, and so fast, I can’t be sure. And it was gone before I could try for a photo.
Another day, then.
And let me just take this opportunity to thank you. I never paid much attention to birds before you all got me in to them. Now I delight in them. I’ve come to recognize a few, and get excited when I see others, and have the occasional chat whilst one sings in my ear.
Sorry about the shaky cam. I was excited and worried it would fly away before I could record it, and the second video I shot, the camera didn’t realize we were supposed to still be focusing on the bird, so it’s all fuzzy. Ah, well. Pretty sound anyway, eh? It seemed so very happy.
Makes two of us, that does. Hopefully, now, more. You, my darlings, deserve all the happiness I can give you.