Just for fun! I did this for the kids in the 5th grade who decided they want to be professional wildlife photographers. For some reason it won’t download as a Powerpoint show (it has music) but only as a PowerPoint Presentation so you have to click on each succeeding image on the left.
Small, aggressive, energetic, and colorful, hummingbirds have been a target for my lens for several years. Four hummingbird feeders off our deck have, at times, had nearly 100 individuals clamoring for the sugar water.
At other times, as right now, an aggressive individual keeps all the others away. While I’ve identified 4 species here over the years, the majority are Anna’s. A few smaller rufous are always around and it’s usually an individual of this species that keeps all others at bay. An occasional black-chinned appears off and on during the summer but only during spring migration do I see an occasional calliope.
Anna’s Hummingbird Rufous Hummingbird
Hummingbirds are unique; found only in the western hemisphere. They range from southern Alaska to Patagonia, including islands of the Caribbean, but the majority of species occur in tropical and subtropical Central and South America within the tropical and subtropical forests of the northern Andes. Ecuador has over 130 species.
As hummingbirds primary food is nectar from flowers, many bill designs have evolved to utilize the great variety of tropical flowers.
One could easily see the evolution of the swordbill hummingbird’s bill to extract nectar from flowers too deep for other birds to obtain.
On my trips to Central and South America I’ve had an opportunity to photograph a lot of hummingbirds, I think my total is somewhere near 40 (meaning I have well over 100 left to see and photograph! Never happen!).
Taking images of hummingbirds in flight is a challenge as the speed of their wings requires extreme shutter speeds …
…so a “set-up” where several flashes are often arranged near a feeder or flower to stop the action is often used.
Personally, I prefer the photos of the perched birds better as they show some of the habitat but because they don’t sit very long and move fast, I have a lot of frames with nothing but the perch.
Here are some of the ones I’ve captured over several trips to Central and South America.
Chestnut-breasted Coronet (Ecuador)
Green Thorntail (Ecuador)
Long-billed Hermit (Panama)
Collared Inca (Ecuador)
Purple-crowned Fairy (Costa Rica)
Glowing Puffleg (Ecuador)
Booted Raquet-tail (Ecuador)
Sapphire-vented Puffleg (Ecuador)
Violet-bellied Hummingbird (Panama)
Brown Violet-ear (Ecuador)
Great Sapphirewing (Costa Rica)
Black Mango (Panama)
Buff-winged Starfrontlet (Ecuador)
White-necked Jacobin (Ecuador) Purple-throated Woodstar (Ecuador)
Violet-tailed Sylph (Ecuador) Velvet-purple Coronet (Ecuador)
Sparkling Violet-ear (Ecuador) Rufous-tailed Hummingbird (Ecuador)
Rufous-crested Coquette (Panama) Buff-tailed Coronet (Ecuador)
From primal ooze they say we came
That cells congealed to form a brain
And since…the world’s not been the same
For those first several million years
We hid in caves to quell our fears
Protected there, we persevered
To our lot we resolved.
Then we began to sharpen stones
And tie them tight to sticks and bones
To the ends of staffs… which then were thrown
We soon learned of our might.
It wasn’t till these tools we made
That man, the hunter, found his place
Then soon the warrior was embraced
And found a cause to fight.
In all those years that went before
There was no strife or need for war
Then greed, and skill with weapons bore
O’er battlefields we trod.
To justify the path we’d laid
The lives we took by gun and blade
To lead us in a world crusade
We so created God.
We offered our prayers up to Him
That war in His name, we should win
That He absolve us of all sin
At our communion feast.
But victory did not bring us calm
It brought, instead, human aplomb
With brain and hands…we built the bomb
And said it would bring peace.
The world is better now, I think
Since humankind became extinct
And rat and cockroach rule the stink
Of what we once called “Earth.”
Our spirits roam the starry plains
Reflecting back from whence we came
But cannot overcome the shame
And thus, defy rebirth.
It begins again in primal ooze…
Like it or not, we are Hell bent on becoming a military society. This not only stems from our federal efforts to solve foreign political and religious problems through military means; or on the growing capacity and focus of our internal state and local law enforcement agencies to control, rather than protect their citizenry; or on the extreme growth of a radical military citizenry who believe the Constitution supports, even condones, revolution and is amassing military firearms to be prepared for it. It is all of these.
Recently, at a course on firearm safety, the instructor cautioned us that “your concern is not whether you might get into a gun fight, but WHEN…and you need to be prepared for it?” In America? Really? I try to think of all the friends and acquaintances I’ve had in the past 75 years and cannot point to one who was or knew anyone involved in a domestic gun fight. Guns were for hunting.
I admit as a teen-ager I got into my scrapes with the police; throwing cherry bombs from a vehicle; driving over someone’s lawn; throwing water balloons at police cars. But when I was apprehended, I was not shot, or handcuffed, or tear gassed, or jailed, but was put in the back seat of a police car and taken home and my parents for my retribution. The officers were stern…but fair and I even knew some of them by their first names because they lived in our neighborhood.
At the Snow Goose Festival a couple years back the two personnel manning the California State Parks booth were law enforcement officers, both wearing full battle gear on their belts: automatic pistols, mace, handcuffs, baton, etc. I recalled the State Parks were places my family took me to learn about nature, camp, hike and fish…not to be intimidated by a military presence. These didn’t appear to be the ones I’d want to ask how the fishing was in Lake Oroville.
Why has this changed? Well, when I was a young man no one walked into department stores or restaurants carrying automatic weapons to “prove” their Constitutional rights; no one owned a military weapon capable of killing a couple dozen kids before reloading; and few believe war was the panacea to all our foreign problems. But, it’s a new world out there and I, for one, am glad to have been part of the old one.
Along a forlorn coastal strand
I walk in morning’s fog-dimmed light
And there where arching wave meets sand
Like soldiers fallen in a fight
The broken stems of once great trees
From forestlands now under siege
On mighty rivers found the seas
Adrift on oceans to this beach
These battered, scarred and broken shapes
Half buried by the wind-blown grains
From random currents thus escape
And find the sea’s sandy moraine
I view each graying weathered trunk
Amidst the ocean’s cast debris
Of cork and bottles – human junk
Yet find within a solemn peace
….how I love driftwood
Down lamplit paths of city streets
I walk by fading evening light
And there where wall and sidewalk meet
Lay broken men of pauper’s plight
They wait, their minds in untold strife
No laughter, nor a gentle touch,
To perform their final role in life
Alone, green bottles in their clutch
Repulsed, I hasten past toward home
To seek the warmth of hearth and bed
And leave those soiled men alone
Slovenly clothed and poorly fed
Though now in bed, I shiver cold
My guilt, its burden overwhelms
As conscience asks one hundredfold
Why can’t I love those tattered men
….as I love driftwood.
This year I reached the three-quarters of a century mark. I anticipate that I have a few more productive years ahead of me but when I publically rant against the NRA’s obscene passion for ownership of guns developed specifically for mass-killing of human beings, my friends warn me I’m flirting with disaster; that I could get myself killed. My bumper sticker, Another American for Sensible Gun Laws, breeds regular middle-finger salutes from drivers of big 4WD trucks and I encountered a brave citizen attaching a semi-threatening note to my truck in a local parking lot (but who refused to discuss the issues with me face to face, calling me a “f—– Liberal.”)
Well, whatever the few years that remain for me, I will not submit to spending any of them being afraid of the nut cases or the NRA who supports them. So, I will continue to argue, “There is no place in a civilized society for personal ownership of firearms designed for one purpose and one purpose only…the killing of human beings.”
Maybe I should be afraid, but I’m not! I’m more than willing to focus on facts, so here’s a few “facts” on the NRA’s purpose of gun ownership found in a recent NRA affiliate newsletter. The lead article was entitled, Top 5 Firearms from the 2014 NRA Annual Meeting.
First, all of the firearms portrayed were military semi-autos and here are direct quotes from that article.
- “Who said us civilians couldn’t own a submachine gun? SIG has high hopes for this wicked multi-caliber “pistol”(wink-wink).” (Indicating there are ways to get around the federal ban on automatics)
- “The SRM Arms model 1216 is only 32.5 inches from muzzle to recoil pad. What that means for us shooters is an easily maneuverable semi-auto shotgun for clearing rooms or shooting out of a vehicle.” (How many times have you, or anyone you know found it necessary to “clear a room” with an auto-loading shotgun or shoot it from a vehicle?)
The argument in support of the NRA definition of the 2nd Amendment is almost always, “the citizenry needs guns to prevent domination by an oppressive government.” So, who would such a government rely on to oppress the citizenry? It’d have to be our military…so you sure can’t support them.
And is our military capable of oppressing us? Probably, as it currently hosts over 275,000 tanks and armored combat vehicles; 10,000+ fighting aircraft; 1.3 million trained personnel, and even a stockpile of over 3,000 tons of serin gas, not to mention nuclear devices. The logic that a bunch of untrained NRA members could offer any meaningful military opposition makes as much sense as giving each of eleven construction workers a football and betting they can beat the Green Bay Packers.
I was raised to believe a Democracy was a political system where the citizenry voted and the majority made the rules. The NRA, a minority, believes they should make the rules through threat of sedition.
Scary times ahead, I fear.
It seemed only logical to take the week before the surgeons rearranged the digits on my right foot and head to SE Arizona for a few days of photography. Things went well: No foot pain; beautiful weather; and good numbers of birds. Flew into Tucson and rented a compact car to drive to Patagonia (near the border and Nogales). The Nature Conservancy has a reserve on Sonoita Creek and, although the drought has really dried up all the waterways, it seemed like the best bet for a beginning.
I arranged to rent a two-room apartment for 2 days. Called “Camel Parts” (????) it worked out well with a good bed and shower. Otherwise I was out looking for birds.
The next two mornings along Sonoita Creek I found a lot of the birds I was targeting…
…and some of the more common ones
The lonely males singing their hearts out!
…and a herd of javelina.
At a private residence in Patagonia with hummingbird and bird feeders I found
After 2 days it was time to head back to Tucson by way of Saguaro National Park-North Side. The weather was perfect for some nice scenic pictures and an unusual event…all the saguaros sporting masses of blooms.
Clark’s Spiny Lizard
Round-tailed Ground Squirrel
I’d forgotten how much I had loved working in the Arizona desert in the mid-1960’s.
Of course, that was before the nut-cases controlled the politics and before the houses came right up to the boundaries of the National Park.
I spent the next day at Sweetwater Wetlands in the City of Tucson, a really great wetlands developed for treated waste water and, although it was slow, scored a few good birds such as:
All in all, a very good trip!