On Saturday we took a ride to check on our motorhome, which is stored about seven miles from our home. While there I noticed several Western Kingbirds perched in Cottonwood trees that run along a fence line separating the storage facility from an open grassland.
I wanted to try to capture an image of these Flycatchers. I got my camera and slowly approached the fence so as not to scare them. I stopped not too far away and just stood there hoping they would get use to seeing me.
After a few minutes, one of the Western Kingbirds flew high into the air and came gliding down toward me. This fearless, striking gray and yellow bird then continued to fly in circles around me as it gave me a scolding. Loud, buzzing, vocals combined with graceful, acrobatics. How fun.
A few seconds of this behavior and it flew back to its perch. I stood there for a couple more minutes, thoroughly scolded, but not deterred. The Kingbird must have decided I was not a threat, because I was ignored after that.
I was able to observe, their gymnastic flying and hunting abilities as they snatched bugs out of the air. There was plenty of “fussing” between the Kingbirds, I guess reminding each other which Cottonwood tree was theirs.
These photos are my first images of Western Kingbirds. Wish I could have gotten closer.
My hands are warmed by a streaming cup of coffee, my husband brewed for me, as I sit in my corner of the world.
My body is warmed by the first, brilliant rays of the sun as I snuggle down and relax in my favorite deck chair.
My mind fills with beautiful thoughts, the sun rises higher in the sky and I enjoy my first cup of coffee.
I gaze toward the eastern horizon, across the tree tops, into the heart of the city where life is waiting to be experienced. This glorious day begins and offers its challenges and endless opportunities.
I choose to spend my time and this day with all my being.
It is later in the day now, as I sit here in my corner of the world. In my hands I hold a long-stemmed, crystal glass filled with a burgundy colored liquid that my husband poured for me. The conversation is good.
The brilliance of the sun has dimmed and the sky is filled with rich warming colors as its’ last rays disappear over the mountains.
I am happy and filled with love for this person who has placed these symbols of comfort, in my hands.
This day, as everyday, began with promise and a blank slate for me and only me to fill. My mind is at peace and has been enriched for I have achieved my goal.
Growing up in the South the Northern Mockingbird was a common sight. As a kid I enjoyed its repertoire of notes and mimicking vocals. It is a beautiful songbird with a huge personality.
The Mockingbird will defend a large territory, up to two acres, and often will chase just about anything that happens to cluelessly meander into its home base. An area this large it must keep darn busy.
I have been dive-bombed many times. Birds, dogs and cats watch out it will peck you on the head, on the butt, and everywhere in between if you get anywhere near its nest.
Sitting from a high perch the Mockingbird likes to sing when other birds are peacefully roosting. If you have ever laid awake at night with the window open and are lucky enough to live in the Northern Mockingbird’s range, you probably have been lulled to sleep by its pleasing, repetitive song.
As an adult, I enjoy seeing and hearing this enchanting songbird. Its presence always brings back delightful memories for me of playing in the yard and climbing trees.
Don’t you wish we could climb trees again with nothing more to worry about than getting harassed by a Northern Mockingbird?
Some dear friends of ours are currently traveling toward home, in their motorhome. They spent several days at Lake Whitney, TX and while there, they were entertained by six, comical Scissor-tailed Flycatchers. How exciting to see six at once.
Their funny story reminded me of some photos I took of a Scissor-tailed Flycatcher, back in April of 2012 at Caprock Canyon State Park. (Hope ya’ll enjoy these.)
Caprock Canyon State Park is located in Briscoe County, Texas, south of Amarillo.
It is known for its deep, colorful ravines and the fact that it is home to the official Bison Herd in the state of Texas.