My last day birding at the Portage was 12-26-20. It was quite cold, but sunny, and when I finally found the flock as I was starting to go back along the trail on my way out, between my cold fingers and foggy lenses, it was a challenge to focus the camera on anything, but I managed to capture quite a few House Finches. We have since had our first noticeable snowfall this weekend, but I gave up on birding this morning with a murky sky and waiting, all day and into tonight, for a delivery that requires a signature. So here are lots of House Finches.
While I find myself sitting around a little stunned, trying to figure out what I learned from last year, it may not be too bad to simply give in to one’s existence in the moment. I photographed the House Finch below as it was giving in to an itch.
That puffed-out, put-on-my-coat look is an indication of just how cold it was, even in the sunshine.
There is no rhyme. reason nor theme to my post today, just a few pictures from my last outing. I managed a photo of the only White-Throated Sparrow I saw sitting still that day.
And one Dark-Eyed Junco foraging busily in some branches.
Even this Downy Woodpecker looked fluffy.
I think the House Finch below was a bit disdainful of my attention to him. He had been sitting facing away from me but finally turned half around.
The statue before and after…and the water was still open in spite of the cold.
An American Goldfinch in the clear cold.
Northern Cardinals are always present but not always available for photos. I’ve gotten lucky so far this winter. This individual became very cooperative. It’s nice that the males remain looking as red as ever, especially in the otherwise drab winter months.
A female House Finch, below, looking like she’s had enough of me looking at her…
It’s been a relatively quiet, peaceful weekend. The snowfall adds to that, absorbing sound. But as long as there is light in my house, the birds are singing…