Due to a turn of circumstances, and a change in the weather, with intense cold together with strong winds, meant I was housebound the other morning.
I kept walking to the window, and pressing my nose up against the pane, but to no effect as the weather just seemed to laugh at my difficulty.
Then, on what can only have been a serendipitous moment, a small brown bird arrived on the fence. Followed by a second, and then a third.
A closely followed by the local backyard Blackbird. Looking as always dapper in his rich dress.
We’ve known for the past few days, that they had an active nest in one of the bushes in the garden next door, and we had seen occasionally the past few days a young one in flight. But now it was obvious that the pair had hatched out a fine looking crop of three young ones.
And I should add “Hungry” ones. They sat on the fence, the garden pots and bushes, calling, calling, calling. Feed me. I’m here, feed me.
I opened the sliding door to patio and sat down inside on a small stool, with the D500 and the 300mm PF lens. As there was little light available in our small garden area, I was running into trouble getting sufficient shutter speed, so took a decision, and after all, they only ‘common’ blackbirds, to run the ISO up beyond 3200 and see how good the D500 might be. I also wanted to try out the latest offing from Topaz Labs with their AI DeNoise, although for the present image I didn’t use it.
The small garden area must have been full of good tummy filling food as they stayed for at least an hour or so. Which gave me a great time to learn of some of the habits of the little birds, and to experience their simple zest for life. Each mouthful was accepted and then the cry went up for more. I began to feel both sorry and develop a respect for the hardworking male. The female must have been off having a rest, (or gone shopping?)
The small birds cheery chatter among themselves and their calls for more food was a warm feel on a cold day.
Each carrying a new life, each eager to get a great start and each filled with a desire to learn the way of being a blackbird.
Much of the time I just sat and watched, as they skipped back and forth from pot to fence, to the edge of the patio, and eventually running across in front of me.
Not often I can have that much fun looking out my own door. 🙂
No doubt this will not be the only crop the pair will have this year, and soon instead of being their protector and uber food deliverer, Blackie, will chase them out of his territory and they will begin a new chapter of their lives. Not doubt they will take the same enthusiasm with them.