During a trip to Colorado this past summer we visited a beautiful lake and nature preserve. Outside the visitors center cabin the Hummingbirds were swarming, I'd never seen so many at once. The woman at the center had to take the feeder down so they would calm down. While I was taking photographs one landed on my head. Wild little critters! Thanks to my daughter for the title!
Another in an ongoing series of Hummingbirds. This little one was too cute, sitting in the late afternoon light, resting before her next feed. Or, maybe she's just protecting her territory, or maybe she spotted a mosquito, or a fly. Yum!
Copyright 2015 Linda McCoy
So it seems there is a story about every painting, some more memorable than others. It was mid-August, I was sitting on the deck with a glass of wine and my camera. Late day but still light. I was interested in capturing the Hummingbirds in flight when I noticed one of them perched in the tree. The plum tree had a bad winter and most of the leaves were already gone; it made it easy to watch and observe. She sat quietly, preening her beautiful feathers. When she looked up I saw a tiny white feather in her beak. She sat there for the longest time almost as if she didn't know what to make of it. After turning her head this way and that, she finally flew off with carrying her treasure. Maybe she was nesting, that seems the logical explanation, or already had her babies and was adding a little more softness to the nest. I prefer to think like my daughter, who aptly named this piece; maybe it needed adornment.
Here she is
Painting and photograph Copyright Linda McCoy 2015
All summer I watched these little birds frolic at the feeder. I noticed this little guy in the Plum tree, and was a little surprised by the orange coloring. I did a little research, and just as I thought he is a Ruby Throated Hummingbird, however in the non-mating season the male feather color turns orange. He was spectacular in the sunlight. Hummingbirds will rest awhile and I was able to make a few quick sketches and photograph him. It was early autumn, but he was already thinking of heading south. I hope he is warm wherever he happened to land.