Swans sit in the busy park and look annoyed when they can’t get silence. Elitist birds.

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Back out to see if I can get some hummingbird photos. The light was rough, but really I would have been fine without the camera. Just enjoying them zipping in and out. They are too fun to watch and even cooler to listen to. I knew they were there by the sound. It is almost mechanical sounding. They knew I was there too. They seemed to know I was waiting for them. I am less mechanical and more just too large to hide.

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Continuing with the color theme, today I took in the ducks resting among the saturation. Though lucky for me they are facing away from the beauty, they are missing the view.

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The pond reflection this afternoon, I grabbed some shots of the new swan and ducks hanging around too.

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I swear this thing is a ventriloquist. I sit in my kitchen and it sits on the fence everyday, today it let me take the photo, most the time it flies away. I always hear it’s voice, it is a very subtle squawk, not squeak, very quiet like. Even though I see it’s bird lips, beak, mouth thing, open – it does not move, it just opens a bit – it never seems like the squawk is coming for the bird. It sounds as if it is come from the other side of the yard. It is so subtle it takes its time to be heard. That is not a ventriloquist, is it… nope, stupid on my part… I mean “I swear this thing throws it’s voice…” that should be the opening line, I am not going back and rewriting this, I really should had thought this through, I have too much to do. The Robin throws its voice, with it’s bird lips, that don’t move. Blog done.

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