I am slowly going back to the field birds photography.
Today was a good day for picture taking. It was a bit on a colder side but sunny and bright.
After finishing my weekend errands, I headed to the Belle Isle Marshes where I was greeted by this little robin.
To our surprise, I was able to make just one shot. The camera ran out of juices.
Needless to say, this robin had the loudest laugh I’ve ever heard from the fellas of his flock. He really found it very funny that I went for a photo shoot and didn’t recharge my camera.
Are the Bruins in town tonight?
A Before and After compilation showing the road to the Garden arena before and after Big Dig eras.
Complicated traffic of the 1980 vs. streamlined roads of the 2010s with a new building covering the view of the Garden.
Just a nostalgic remembering and observation of more changes coming to the landscape of Boston.
Everybody around is getting ready for the storm.
Neighbors buy groceries, find emergency parking and go to Facebook to get the latest scoop on storm preparations.
Visitors of our backyard also show extra curriculum activities at our bird feeders.
Here’s a Common Grackle. He’s not a regular comer to our diner here. So, its visit makes it a special day!
House finches are now our regular diners.
They come and go in small flocks.
Preparing for the storm tonight, the finches stopped by this afternoon.
As usual, they were joyful, loud and happy. They sang their beautiful songs and enjoyed life as it is.
I have no clue where they stay during the storm.
“No worries, sir,” – one of the finches assured me. “We’ll be all right!”
European starlings are nuts about suet.
Before the snow storm, we put a pepper suet in the backyard.
The gang of starlings just loves it!
They line-up on the tree to take turns for the pepper suet. Sometimes they get into a fight when one of them gets impatient and cuts the others over in the line.
I often call them “Backyard Bullies” as the Broad Street Bullies in the NHL of the 1970s
Northern Cardinals are not strangers in our backyard.
They do stop by quiet often but never socialize with other fellas at the bird feeder.
They act like local aristocrats. They have great manners but prefer not to step quiet down to earth with the rest of the little fellas in the backyard.
They’d rather observe the action from a distance.