Friday, September 12, 2014

Patience

They are not afraid of me.
Half the time they do not even see me.
But after twenty minutes of sitting in the hot sun
And getting the awful photos below, I moved to a more camouflauged area.



Nice one, Tabor, on the zinnia...too bad you missed the bird!


This little plastic stool stained with paint projects was moved to the shaded shelter of my guara plant.  While there are those that seem to think I have good padding in my sitting area, sitting on one of these for a while is painful.
The guara plant behind in this photo puts out little butterfly pinkish flowers at the ends of long stalks.
This plant has more than outgrown its place.  It starts out small and delicate and then tricks you by taking over the bed.
The little pink flowers bob in the wind, hard to photograph.
The hummingbirds do not seem to have trouble drinking from them, though.


Anyway, I sat, closer to the Zinnias, crouching under this quara and a hummer comes buzzing by.
In slow motion they fly like ballerinas.  To my human eye they fly like bombers or bullets with great maneuverability.
I lift my camera slowly to capture him hovering just above a zinnia.  Snap!  He is not in the capture!
He suddenly turns and flies my way.
He pauses just a foot from the top of my head.
I hold my breath, do not move, too close he hangs for any camera shot. Is he wondering what this odd dark shape is beneath the guara plant?  I hear the hummmmmm.
Then he does a close fly over and I can feel the breath of his wings on my hair and I can hear him buzzing just behind my head, perhaps drinking from all those pink blossoms?
I dare not turn.  I wait like a statue.
Finally his sound disappears and I am alone again patiently waiting for a photo opportunity.


He eventually returns.
I have the camera on the sports setting and therefore the afternoon light is too bright, so I get this grainy shot of him resting on the dying sunflower.  If you look closely (well, really really closely) he has yellow pollen on the end of his bill.

Then he is off again to my zinnias.



Not up to National Geographic standards, but at least you can recognize that it is a hummer!

10 comments:

Celia said...

Such patience you have. There aren't many of us who can sit on such a stool any longer and just keeps getting harder, pun intended. I'm going to my first Audubon meeting in years next Thursday night and if all goes well, a sit quietly and watch the birdies in the foothills Saturday. Just lugging my binoculars.

Tabor said...
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joeh said...

Good, better and the last one Best!

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Love the images
and remind this one
of me
when I am trying to get
a good picture of them.

Red said...

At least you had fun with this effort. It's way beyond my skill to photograph a hummer.

Glennis said...

What a beautiful wee bird, you have captured it well.

Granny Annie said...

National Geographic might disagree with you. Ever sent them any of your photos?

Bob Bushell said...

Tremendous Hummerbirds images Tabor.

messymimi said...

At least you took the opportunity to try, and i think you did well!

Mage said...

My friend the huntress. You and the hummers, and you and the turtles. I think you are on the right road.