Two weeks ago I captured this image of a very hungry black-capped chickadee touching down to pick up a millet seed from a photographer friend's hand. Chickadees, tufted titmice, and white-breasted nuthatches were besieging the seeds in our hands, after an unusually cold January in western Massachusetts with little natural food available. These wild birds rarely feed from human hands, so it was a great and short-lived experience.
3 comments:
Wonderful picture, Keith. I think all us nature lovers have images like that one in our minds even if we were not fortunate enough to get a photograph.
One of my favorite memory pictures is of a hummingbird darting back and forth through the stream of the sprinkler as I stood watering flower beds. Or the snowy morning when Fred and I could not count the Cardinals sitting in the branches of the trees behind our Franklin house. Or the extra cold morning when I opened the front door early and found a screech owl roosting in the entry. Or sighting the button buck behind the house - more exciting to me than the full grown version. I miss my hillside.
What a great pic. Benji and Sarah and Henry couldn't take down a wreath on their front door because a mother bird had built a nest in it, reminding me of Charlotte's memories. I saw a bird resembling the bird you had in this picture outside my window on a tree branch while I was at the computer. I must get a book. Thanks for sharing.
Ann P.
Unbelievable picture! And it answers our hope for some happy thoughts. Several years I have had robins nest in what I consider very dangerous places, considering the neighborhood. volunteer cats.
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