I was chowing down on this delicious salad of Romaine, Roma tomatoes, avocado and Havarti cheese (with jalapeño dressing), when DH spied Lazarus swooping down from the top of our storage shed, on a direct glide path with an invading flycatcher that has been hanging around the backyard, teaching her baby to dine on our insects. She gives out the most plaintive-sounding call. I don’t hear it all the time, so I wonder if it is some sort of signal to her young one.
Of course I grabbed my camera and shot off a few rounds through the kitchen window to see if I could tell if it was Lazarus, or the previously injured female. It seemed to be Lazarus, and he was hopping around on the fence, posing seductively, so I went out onto the deck to get better (hopefully!) shots!
By now, though, he had worked his way over to the far end of our property, but stopped to give some attention to the birdhouse there. I love the way the yellow and red of the Desert Bird of Paradise falls in front of his face. It looks like he is wearing a fancy Chinese hat of some sort.
He decided it wasn’t worth his time, and proceeded to vanish off into the distance. I suppose he comes around way more often than we see, but it is always a welcome sight – to know that he is doing okay after such a near miss when he was just a babe!
Soon another prospective renter, or maybe it is the landlord, came to see what was happening at the birdhouse. Cactus Wrens always sound like they are angry about something, and this one was no exception. Apparently he was not at all happy with the roadrunner hanging about his territory. He gave the house a thorough going over to make sure everything was in order.
It seemed to meet with his satisfaction, so off he went in search of new adventure.