When I posted the last post I had not yet come across these
shots of my Baltimore Orioles. I took this right out
the kitchen window where I offered the oranges on the
Shepherd's hook. That way I could get close up.
shots of my Baltimore Orioles. I took this right out
the kitchen window where I offered the oranges on the
Shepherd's hook. That way I could get close up.
the Baltimore Oriole's arrival is
eagerly awaited by birders each spring migration.
In PA I start looking the end of February and put out
nesting materials, like short lengths of yarn on
my shrubs, and pieces of string.
In April I start with the Oranges. Don't get discouraged-
it took me several years to get one to the feeder and last
year I only had one or two. But I continue to try every
year because it is worth it when you see that flash of
bright orange you know... heaven at last!
And their song.... How beautiful. I usually hear them before
I ever see one and I know they are back.
listen to their song
I can never mistake that loud melodious call.
A chipmunk feasts on some at a tree I found in my travels
do... except here at the mulberry tree. I couldn't get close
enough to get good shots, but at least I got a couple.