Sharon & I are enjoying an explosion of young HY hummers buzzing us nearly at every corner of The Ranch. We have a high-top table on the deck where we like to have our coffee breaks during the day. One of the six hummingbird feeders is located there, about four feet from Sharon’s head. The last couple of days, it’s been hard to have a conversation, the buzzing is so loud. It’s like a tennis match, though, as we watch all the kids chase each other all over the place. Last evening, the first immature HY Calliope appeared (NA smallest at 3″), and it fell hard for Sharon. It perches right next to her, barely leaving to feed. It seems quite habituated already, permitting me to stand up and move to make the shot. But it’s a running joke around the house right now with all the activity. “Honey, who’s watching the kids?”

They got their name from their storing vast quantities of Acorns that they feed on throughout the year. Whole trees appear to have been shot up by machine gun fire, but upon closer examination, you find they are holes filled with Acorns. Living in the western oak forests, they are in a colony, each with separate duties, from guard to raising the young. They are continually talking to each other, continually, I wish I could understand them as it’s quite a conversation. At Madera Canyon, they keep up company as we photograph the hummingbirds. And at times when there is a shortage of water, they visit the feeders to drink. As you can see, the hummingbird feeder isn’t really made for a woodpecker, but they can get their tongue into the small slots as they hang on. They are fun to watch and photograph. The Acorn Woodpeckers are quite the characters.

The fawns here at The Ranch are just a tad over a month old now. One was dropped right next to the house this year, but we didn’t find it until it walked off. It’s a good year, we have two sets of twins and two singles, and starting about ten days ago, they started to spend time with us when we are out and about the property. It seems about once a week or so, play day is at the back of our home on the grass. We’ve caught the five or six fawns bouncing about for fifteen to twenty minutes as the does are off to the side, just watching. The fawns seem to play chase, tag, relays, and almost any running game you can think of. They are so much fun to watch and it doesn’t matter if it’s 05:00, 22:30, highnoon or pouring rain. When it’s time to play, it’s time to play! A couple of times, all this activity has drawn in some big bucks. They look on for a moment, seemingly reminiscing about when they were fawns, only to come back to thought and wander on. And when it ends, it ends as if the recess bell has rung. And at that moment, they all go to their appropriate utter and drink. We love this time of year as there’s frolicking going on.