It’s that time of year.
Normally Little Bastard, the dominant hummingbird, sits here on my really excellent stick, but over the past week or so, more and more these two have muscled him out of the way to perch and display.
The male on the left is fully into his bright red, spring mating plumage, and the female on the right spends a lot of time evaluating potential nesting sites. We have a couple dozen pairs of house finches in the yard, with at least three nests already being built and occupied up under the eaves of the front and back porches. Plus god knows how many juncos, hummingbirds, crows, ravens, hawks, and the everpresent flocks of mourning doves.
But these two in particular are currently the most brazen and LOUD. It’s not that I dislike house finch songs, but they tend to star up about an hour before sunrise and then never shut up. I don’t care how beautiful, care free, and joyful a sound it is, at 05:00 AM it’s not that welcome.
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 