Showing posts with label Brown-Headed Nuthatch. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brown-Headed Nuthatch. Show all posts

Friday, February 24, 2012

And Then There Were Two

Early in to work this morning so early home.  Gusting winds with a tornado watch in effect took me out to secure some loose items that were blowing about.  A rather large group of Yellow-Rumped Warblers hunting insects on some vines first caught my attention.  I tried a couple of shots but with the dark conditions and high winds moving the vines, no good shots.

What next caught my attention was a little Brown-Headed Nuthatch.  It flew to the feeder, took a seed and up to the limb.  As I was looking through the lens adjusting the light, to my surprise another flew in.  What followed was I feel certain courtship ritual between the two.

At first they just sat side by side.  That was followed by much self preening and feather fluffing.  Again they just sat for a bit.  Slowly they kept turning as if looking at each other.  Lots of head cocking and turning.  Next one began to preen the other then after a bit they reversed roles.  After a bit more feather fluffing.  Finally there was either a simulated or true copulation act.  After another brief quiet moment, they flew to another tree and the ritual began again.  It was beginning to sprinkle so I called it an afternoon.
Normally the little Brown-Headed Nuthatches are such speedy never sit still birds that it was sort of cool to be able to watch them closely for a while.

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Brown-Headed Nuthatch


Non-descript, diminutive, sleek, elusive, and fast all describe the Brown Headed Nuthatch yet for such a small bird they are chocked full of personality.  Who says brown is boring?


When I arrived home from an outing, I stood and watched one that was back and forth to the feeder.  It would grab a seed then up to the tree.  As I watched it time and time again going to the feeder, I realized it was the safflower seed that it was getting each time.  Sometimes it would take it up to the tree and with several strikes get it open and eat.  Other times, it would go to one particular branch then quickly back to the feeder.


After several visits to this one particular branch, I realized it was stashing the seeds in a hollow spot.  It made me wonder will it really remember where it put the seeds or will they just become lost seeds.