Black Phoebe gathereing mud for its nestWe had quite a busy weekend here Amongst The Oaks, birdwise. It started Saturday morning with the Lord of the Manor calling me into the cottage to help get a bird out. It was a Black Phoebe, like the ones I showed you before. How it got into the cottage is a mystery, but it was perched on a widow frame confused by the magic of glass. LOM approached it to open the window and it flew to another window. Then it flew towards me and another window, so when it perched there I carefully caught it in my hands! Holding a tiny terrified wild bird in your bare hands is humbling. Just a few steps and we were outside where I slowly opened my hands and off it went. I was sending it love the whole time even though they are building their nest on my front porch again and slinging mud everywhere.
Anna's hummingbird on its nest
Sunday morning I went for my usual walk. I've showed you that route, haven't I? My timing apparently was perfect, because I saw lots of birds. The first bird that caught my attention was a hummingbird. It was acting protective, so I stopped and stood still whilst it calmed down. Then it finally zoomed to its tiny nest and settled down. Two years ago we had a hummingbird nesting in a shrub in our backyard and we were able to get some really good photos. But back to my walk. In that same tree I also found two Bushtit nests, but I couldn't get a photo of the birds. They are so nervous and quick. Their nest is like a sock hanging from the branches with a hole at the top for access. This nest has lots of moss in it giving it a pretty green color.
Bushtit nest in pine tree
Yesterday afternoon I was out in the back garden enjoying the sunshine when an Oak Titmouse fluttered to the grass. It seemed to be in distress; absolutely still, on the ground, beak open almost panting. So I crept over to it and got some great photos, all the while doing my bird whisperer thing, you know, talking soothingly and sending it love. It let me get within two feet! After about five minutes it gathered its wits and flew to a chair, then to the cottage roof, and finally back to the oak tree. I wonder what happened but I'm glad I was there to share the moment.
So that was my weekend birdwise. You tell me; am I a Bird Whisperer or just a birdbrain?