Every year we have hummingbirds. One of the first years we were here we had orioles but they didn’t stay for long as I couldn’t find an oriole friendly feeder and I didn’t take the time to research what else they could eat. Somewhere I have a photo of the oriole hanging upside down off the feeder.

Well this year they are back! Lots of them. Instead of the grape jelly we went with oranges. Well they can eat one a day!

This photo was taken through our living room window.


Remember a while back when Reg, Colton and I found the “dead” birds in the upstairs of the abandoned house?


Well the last couple weeks there has been a lot of activity on the roof of the old house so today we were lucky enough to get a couple shots.


I don’t know if these are two of the young or Mom and one young but regardless we moved very slowly and ventured closer and closer until they finally figured we were to close and flew away.


Well, only one flew away.


Really neat to see them all grown up.  Hard to believe they were once tiny little fluff balls.


Yep!  Cause that’s what he wanted to do.  This time we ventured out in the boat.  Loaded up and headed to Deloraine.

The boys got a couple but I wouldn’t say it was an eventful fishing trip.  The weather was nice as was the scenery.

The highlight of my trip was this guy that hung around on the far shore where were fishing and he wasn’t shy after our first few passes.  Then he’d come bounding out of the long grass onto the rocks where we could really see him.


He was almost penquin like to me but had longer legs.  He didn’t fly and just hopped around.  He would stop and look and then run off into the grass again.

He had these long feathers that hung to the back of his head.


This is a Black Crowned Night Heron.



Anything I tell you about this house is hearsay.  What I can tell you is that this was worth the wait.  I have passed this house a thousand times and one day I finally made the necessary arrangements to get inside.

My understanding is that a large family by the name of Gutrie lived in this tiny little home.  Jill and Reg recall going to school with a tall, quiet boy that lived in this house.

I think Reg and Colton thought that this stop was going to be short-lived and dull and the two of them reluctantly stopped for my benefit.  I can safely say that this would surely be in the top 5 of houses we have shot.


This is where I also developed my fear of open wells and long grass!  I think what is scariest for me is the fact that Colton was with us and wandered through the area before me.  I can not stress enough to be careful.  Reg says to me after we discovered it, “I guess we should carry a rope with us too!”


This truly was a diamond in the rough.  The home is tiny and didn’t appear to have any indoor plumbing.  The doorways were very low, the home consisted of two rooms on the lower level, an awkward staircase ran up the one side of the house right along the window to an area that appeared to be a large open space which I am assuming was more like a sleeping loft.  There were remnants of a smoke stack in the ceiling which would have heated the small home.


Of course Colton and Reg ventured up to the loft and discovered a small white bird and a “dead” mother bird in the corner of the house.  Of course, animal lover that I am advised them to gather up the babies.  Reg found a stick and turned the mother over to discover a few more snow white babies under her except the “dead” mother bird rolled herself back over the babies to protect them.  She was playing possum.  At first the thought was that this was a family of hawks.  The boys came down so that they wouldn’t disturb her anymore but I had to go up and get a photo of this up close.  I have seen birds sitting on top of this house on many occasions when I have driven past it so no one was surprised to find one in there.  When I popped my head up to floor level and got a look at her she had switched her game from playing dead to regurgitating which we later discovered are two of the common defense mechanisms of a turkey vulture.  This was no hawk.


Not a great photo of her but I didn’t want to disturb her anymore than we already had.  You can see her snow white baby with her.

At the entrance of this home, just inside the doorway was a small stove which I am assuming the family used for cooking.  Maybe at one point this was the stove that was in the center of the home and heated it as well.


The yard had what I am assuming was a small granary, a concrete pad which was likely some sort of garage and a building that had collapsed, just the roof was visible.


A few weeks later on my way to Brandon, Momma vulture was sitting on the house when I drove by.  She didn’t stay long and wasn’t thrilled about me and my camera again but I did happen to get a couple shots of her.




There is something about these long legged birds.  They are so graceful to watch.


The Blue Heron is one of my favorite birds.  We see a lot of them around here but I usually don’t have my camera or he gets away to fast.  Not this time.  He was a very photogenic bird.  We started our photo session on one side of the bay, he walked across to the other side on the edge of the ice and stayed here until I left.

Spring is a great time to shoot birds in our area.  We have the heron, loon and all sorts of ducks that stop by on their fly over my little part of the South and they make their way North.