I've been living on the Johnson Creek near Leach Garden in Portland, Oregon for the past thirty years and have finally found the time or the good sense, now that I have retired, to look more carefully in my own back yard. My bird series of photographs began as a way to identify whatever birds flew into my yard while I was doing my daily treadmill routine. I planned to keep a record of as many birds as I could record for one year. I added a couple more feeders to round out the seed menu just to see what I could draw. Then I began to keep my camera at hand whenever I was working in the garden or passing a window. All of these pictures were taken on the ¾ of an acre where I live. They were all taken within 200 feet of Johnson Creek. Even though my year's plan has ended am still seeing new species and have graduated to video as well as still images. I continue to be impressed by the variety of birds that live in and around the environmental zone established to protect the creek.
I don’t have birds at my bird bath and feeders like I used to. I blame it on the feral cats roaming around. I only get sparrows, starlings, and robins. Every now and then the occasional goldfinch or house finch.
Over the years I've notice quite a few ups and downs that correspond to habitat changes (when my neighbors cleared their property of invasive vegetation) and now the weather seems to have altered habits. Cats do play a part but birds outnumber them.
Pretty common to see them in Seattle area, they are very cute when they all try and fit on 1 feeder at the same time but they fit well on a long Finch feeder, I have one that is like 2 feet long and they love it they come by a few times a day. I have seen maybe 8-12 on the feeder at the same time making their cute little chirps. Only down side is that they are SUPER skittish even trying to slowly open the back doors of my house and BOOM they are gone. They have pretty good hearing.
This is AMAZING. I want to fix something for my birds 🐦 but I have 5 cats 🐈. We have one hummingbird feeder in a spot where they can’t reach him. He’s beautiful to see everyday. Thank you for sharing this.
When I was a little girl, about age 4, my Grandfather had a large book with photographs of bird eggs and the names of all the birds beside them. My Grandfather, being a very orthodox loving Catholic, would go through the entire pages of the bird egg photographs telling me the name of each birdie. Whenever we got to the last page, there was one egg whose bird's name he didn't want to say - the Bush Tit. I would have to beg him and ask him for half an hour to say it's name, and he usually gave in and said the name of the bush tit. I thought this was so funny, I would have to pull out the book about once a week and try to get him to say it's name again and again. I am 55 now and Grandpa left many years ago but I remember this experience and fun with him so much. I love you Grandpa forever and will never forget you.
In the 50s as a 6-10 y.o. my parents and I would visit my aunt and uncle in e. hollywood . They had a bath in the backyard and I'd spend an hour or more watching . It was never boring 👍
There's always the one who's oblivious to the group think that says "Predator!" This little bird wants a bath more than anything. Very enjoyable! Thank you.
Do these birds constantly feel depressed about their name???. Not only this, just imagine their daily lives CONSTANTLY having sleezy characters offering them Sleazzy raunchy films roles.Maybe all of them should legally change their names to STEPHANIE CLIFFORD. Hey it workd\ed for Stormy Daniels who saw Smelly Trumps tiny SHROOMIE.
