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Humming and Buzzing

Who’s that humming such a happy tune? Oh! It’s my friend Humphrey.

“Thanks for planting these red hot pokers,” he says. “I love the sweet nectar in them.”

“My long beak and even longer tongue are ideal for reaching down into  these petals shaped like tubes.”

“But, look out Humphrey,” I call to him. “A dangerous character is heading right for you.”

“Eeeee! Thanks for the heads up,  Anneli. These guys usually mind their own beesness. Still, I have to be careful or I could get stung.”

“Maybe he’ll pass right over my wings.”

“Look over your shoulder, Humphrey!”

“Oh no-o-o-o! Here he comes again. Buzz off!”

(You’ll have to look hard to see what’s over Humphrey’s shoulder.)

“I know you’ll think I’m a coward, but I’m going to hide for a minute. These guys can be dangerous. Their sting can pack quite a wallop for a little guy like me.”

“You can come out now,” I tell him. “I think he’s gone.”

“Thanks for watching out for me, Anneli,”  Humphrey hums between slurps of red hot poker syrup.

“Well, take it easy on the dessert, Humphrey. You’re starting to get a little belly.”

“Ha ha, very funny.” Humphrey sips  as fast as he can, then suddenly stops and glances down to his right. “Oh no-o-o-o-o. I thought I heard him buzzing. Here he comes again!”

“Bzz-bzz-bzz,” says the little critter. “I’m just beeeeing a beeee.”

Do you see him?

 

 

An Exotic Visitor

I heard him before I saw him, and before I finally found him, sitting high up in a fir tree at the edge of my property, I knew what kind of bird it would be. He visited here two years ago with such an unusual song and bright colours that he was quite unforgettable. The Bullock’s oriole is not a bird you often see in our area on northern Vancouver Island.

He is the reason I got no work done this morning. Instead, I prowled around the deck, camera in hand, searching the trees for movement and sound. When the oriole landed in the treetop about 100 feet away, I hoped no early morning walkers would look up and see the old lady in her housecoat, and zoomed in on the bird. I took a little video too and spent the rest of the morning trying to figure out how to isolate the part where he sings to us. So far all I’ve got is a headache, but no short sound clip. Maybe another time I’ll be able to post it.

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I phoned my neighbour, who loves birds too, to tell her to watch for the oriole as it had gone over to the trees on her place. I almost threw the phone down when I saw that it had come back to check out my red hot pokers. I didn’t dare run out onto the deck this time and scare it away, so unfortunately this photo is taken through the smudgy glass pane of the railing.

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Oh! He’s nervous. A second later, he was gone.

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But now that Big Bird was gone, the tiny ones returned to their favourite snack.

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I tried to get him to slow down as I didn’t have the camera set up for super-high speed for hummingbird wingbeats (does the camera setting even go that high?), but he wasn’t to be held back.

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With the Spanish lavender so prolific right behind him, you would think he’d go for that, but he prefers the pokers.031aI know the bees love the lavender so maybe that has something to do with it.

I didn’t get much work done this morning. The time spent was “for the birds.”032a

The Birds and the Bees

 

Like mini Viking trolls, these skinny  guys with blond beards and orangey-red helmets are the sentinels guarding my veggie garden.014The reddish helmets are loaded in something the birds and the bees find irresistible. I have no idea what it is inside those round petals, but it seems to make for good slurping.

What’s keeping this hummingbird from having his breakfast smoothie?

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Should I risk it?

Maybe it’s the little fellow who is already at the breakfast table that is giving our hummer pause.

017aA gaggle of curious redheads leans out of bed, trying to see what’s happening around the corner.

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“Do you see anything?’ “Well, maybe I could if you’d get your big head out of my way.”

But cooler heads will prevail.

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“Stay in your bed, Dah-lings. I’ll be the judge of who has the right-of-way – the bee or the hummingbird.”

How hungry is he? Will he risk being stung? Or maybe he’s not worried at all, since he’s pretty fast and so much bigger than the bee. Oh look! I think he’s going for it.

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Looks like it was worth the wait.