Creatures of the backyard…

I’ve begun to put up bird feeders and bird baths in my backyard to see who comes to visit me… so far, this is what I’ve captured πŸ™‚ …

These molting Red Cardinals look so odd!

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Mourning Dove
The one and only….Max!

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While not the best photo, it’s such a “Max” shot!



Come to discover from my friend, Sharon at Birdchick.comΒ and the Houston Audubon Society who both told me this is a Mississippi Kite – Thanks!!!





Black-Capped Chickadee


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Thanks for visiting us and hope you enjoyed our Houston Backyard Birds πŸ™‚Β 

Elizabeth and Max

54 thoughts on “Creatures of the backyard…”

  1. John here. Your photos are spectacular! My father is to blame for my love of our feathered friends. In my eulogy 20 years ago, I spoke of how the neighbors must have thought he was insane. My father, a Marine, would stand ramrod stiff in the dead of winter, with an outstretched, cupped hand containing birdseed, waiting for a black capped chickadee to alight and feed. And he was successful. Usually after several hours in the bitter cold. Patience has its virtues, and sanity is overrated. Whenever I see a winged creature, it reminds me of my dad. When we come to Houston to visit (Number 1 on the bucket list!), I will tell you about butterflies, trinity, and why I am so certain Patty is my soulmate. Until then…

  2. Our Max barks and tries to catch (what the hell would he do if he did?) anything that moves. And now we have Jax. Cute as a button and as dumb as a stone. That’s another long story that I will save until we meet in person.

    My son turned 21 yesterday. He never knew his grandfather, for which I am sad. Dad was handsome (check my Facebook @ John Inderdohnen, and yes I have to carry that name for the rest of my life. You should see the mail I get addressed to John Ingerstan, etc.) and a great party guest. But he taught me so much that I only now understand. Roger Tory Peterson’s Field Guide to Birds was kept next to the Holy Bible, and referred to more often. There was a blue heron who frequented the swamp across the street from my childhood home. We have a Snowy White Egret who finds our local park a place to hang out. Majestic.

    I think this generation lacks something. I am unable to put my finger on it, but I suppose every generation of adults feels the same way. What did we do wrong? How are they so clueless? Turn on the shower AFTER you poop. You can’t recycle eggshells. Read the GODDAMN directions before you attempt to cook. Silverware is not disposable.

    Anyway, I have failed to imbue in my son what my father gave me. A sense of propriety. Cleaning up after oneself. Anything aviary, birds of course, but recognizing the difference between a Huey chopper and one from Sikorsky just from the sound they make. I miss my dad every day.

    1. Aw, I’m sure I would have adored your father as well. My Dad was fond of birds too and even had an African Gray for some time (his roommate accidentally killed by cleaning the oven and that is another story) but he loved birds too. Ha ha ha!πŸ˜„ I thought I was the only household with “disposable silverware”!?! 😁

      1. Maybe Patty will have a blog post of all the missing kitchen items and misplaced hardware (why is there a rubber mallet in the basket in the bathroom? Nobody did it. If I ever meet “nobody” I have a few choice words for him. We have since removed the basket so there will be no recurrence of that scenario.).

        Anyway, I’m sure my father would have enjoyed your bird pics (what power is your zoom lens? I feel like they are at the end of my armchair.). You have a real talent. I tell Patty just keep writing. Shoeless Joe will pop out of the cornfield. You just keep putting your eye behind the viewfinder. You both amaze me. Embrace your talents, ladies.

      2. How sweet John, I really thank you. Yes, she would probably make my sides hurt laughing reading about all the missing and misplaced items!! Thanks for your kind words about my photos and I hope one day to “get there” but until then, enjoying the process😊. I think I used my 75-300 but I really am super close as I sit covered my shade at the backyard fence line and the feeder is just maybe 10? Feet away?
        Yes, I think she could write like a Chicken Soup for the Soul kind of book but more of a hilarious and “real” kind that I have zero doubt would be a bestseller!!

      3. It’s Erin. Thank you, Houston! I’m writing a scary four part series. No laughter here. The stories just get stranger and stranger. We’ll see if I can pull it off. And yes…they are all true.

      1. You notice my squirrelsπŸ˜‚ I’m keeping them well fed too I guess but gonna try a slinky idea of a fellow blogger but I don’t know how to link to her here as I’m replying by cell instead of laptop

    1. Oh, I think the word is out now…and I’m getting more squirrels too…feeding my subdivision I think πŸ™‚ I want to get a shot of a bluejay but one seems to ONLY visit when my camera is inside!! πŸ™‚

  3. Great shots here. I too love walking around my yard and taking photographs. It is a great way to work on my skills and try new things with my camera. It also helps that I live someplace, like yourself, that has a good deal of fury/feathered visitors. Thanks for sharing.

      1. I haven’t setup a bird house or feeders yet, but I have a 63 year old Oak tree in my front yard that attracts a lot of visitors. Building a couple bird houses and putting up some feeders is on my to do list for this fall.

      2. I just got the cheap Shepherd hooks and hanging bird feeders when they were on clearance and gave it a try.

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