Showing posts with label redpolls. Show all posts
Showing posts with label redpolls. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Precious visitors

Glistening hoar frost delights captured on a frosty, frosty, down right nasty its a darn cold out day.   
Precious visitors to warm the heart on cold blustery days have brought extra joy and excitement into my heart which helps offset the doldrums of the severe -21 temps. Joy shared is joy amplified so on that note I share these delightful images with you.
With the deep-freeze cold we have had extra visitors. This female Downey woodpecker has been coming on the coldest days to the suet feeder. The male has been to the stump out back pecking out native bee progeny but has yet to find the suet.

 Redpolls, were dining on the seeds from the birch this week. There have been reported sightings all over the city, it seems once the snow gets deep and the cold hits hard they converge in search of feed. Alas other than our birch tree we don't have the kind of seed they prefer so they moved on after a couple days. One foot on a step-stool and one on the toilet lid to view out the bathroom window was a feat of technical balancing and breath holding to get the shot as I was using pin-point manual focus to shoot between branches and freeze-dried leaves while at the same time trying not to fog up the window with my breath. And to boot they feed hanging downwards so I had to attempt to hold the camera stable long enough to get the bird with its head up; so about 200 shots later I got a few descent ones and the satisfaction of an afternoon well spent enjoying natures beauty right outside my window.

 A extra wonderful big surprise was a Brown Creeper. I once saw a creeper down in the ravine near the river but have never seen one on our trees, wow, what a precious gift. They feed by walking up the tree trunk searching the cracks and crevice for bugs and eggs, yum.

House Finch male, below female. These are our regulars. About twenty show up as a group throughout the day though when its real cold their numbers multiply emptying the feeders enforce.

 This sweet Blue Jay has been coming once in a while, though I believe its to pry the peanuts out of the suet.
 Love the varied blues to soft gray.
 An the best capture is a Yellow-shafted Flicker. He finally stayed long enough for me to get his photo. I recently purchased a good tripod and set it up by the window and for three days in a row I missed the shot as this fella is flighty. Any movement I made inside or if a dog walker or car pass by off he would go. Well perseverance paid off. I figured where he was likely to land before attempting to acquire the suet then set up the camera enabling minimal movement for when he showed up again, then kept vigilant while I sat in the recliner reading.
 We went for a saturday drive and took in the beauty of the thick hoar frost.

  This lone tall tree reminds me of an Emily Carr painting.


 Country Crew on break. We stopped to photograph deer who curiously looked up, they didn't seem to mind our presence till a truck pulled alongside to see if we needed help and then they took leave.

Another regular that comes for suet and black-oil sunflower seeds is the Red-breasted Nuthatch. Usually they come in two's but this fella has been coming alone the last few days.
 Female House Sparrow, an introduced species. A few come by but the Finches control the feeding station so the sparrows have to pick fallen seed of the ground.

 Black-capped Chickadee is another regular for both seeds and suet.

One more of the precious flicker.
Hope you have enjoyed the beauty.
Hugs!

Monday, January 18, 2010

Walking the Ravine

I have been slowly working on a 18 x 36 inch acrylic painting. It seems my new years is off to a mellow start. I tend to push myself like crazy, collapse after the frenzy, rest, lots of rest, then slowly start off again. The frenzies come when I have a showing booked, then I am usually painting right up to the deadline. But to be honest I have been designing a quilt. I have a grandchild coming into the world this year and am so excited that I've gotten busy with fabrics.
Though not much paint has gotten splashed around lately I tend to spend many hours researching and gathering reference material. I continually view the world through my camera lens searching for reference material. Yesterday Gerald and I went walking the snow filled ravine. At the top of the hill where people have put out seeds I captured these pretty birds. They make such a wonderful sound; to me its like tiny tinkling bells in the trees.



Female redpoll above, male below. Notice that the male has a reddish collar bib whereas the female doesn't. I have been trying all this month to get good shots of these birds out in the countryside, well yesterday was my day for them. It would have been nice to have gotten the male in the trees rather than on a fence, yet seeing as I only use my photos as reference for my paintings it really doesn't matter as I can paint them into any setting I so choose. Ah Creation is such an adventure.



As the river was frozen over and a path had been cleared along it we ventured out on the waterway for a different perspective. At the beaver dam air hole where the water is kept liquid I saw spots of blood on the snow amid many paw prints. I wonder if a coyote caught one of the beavers off guard. The chickadees and redpolls were quite active chuckling above in the tree tops as they continuously flitted from tree to tree searching out delicacies that hide in the tree bark and lichens. The day was gray and about -4 which was pretty nice overall but was biting cold when the wind blew down through the ravine. It was a good day for viewing birds. Aside from the many chickadees and redpolls we saw pine siskins, two sets of downy woodpeckers whom I could no way get a decent shot of as they were happily chasing each other from tree to tree with hardly a pause. Two crows flew over head cawing and one bluejay squawked by a few times; how such a beautiful bird got such a raspy voice is a wonder.



These are shots of the river bank, I love the striations of the various mixes of clays soil and rock that lies under our feet. There were a few small coal seams but that shot was too blurry, I think at that point I was getting too tired and it was time to head back for a cup of coca to warm up.