Showing posts with label baltimore oriole. Show all posts
Showing posts with label baltimore oriole. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Baltimore Oriole Nest

High in a Silver Maple tree, Miranda found a Baltimore Oriole, Icterus galbula, nest. I have been looking for it for a couple of weeks and was very excited to finally discover where Mr. and Mrs. Oriole had built their nest. For at least a month, the male has been flying around our building at Southeastway, all the while loudly chattering and whistling.

Here is a little closer look at the nest. It is a magnificent piece of construction, mainly created by the female oriole. She expertly weaves grasses and plant fibers with her beak into a hanging pouch that suspends below the branches, safely cradling the nestlings.


The female oriole, mistress architect, perched in a branch above the nest.


Unfortunately, sometimes junior gets a bit adventurous and falls out of the nest. Since I witnessed Mom and Dad feeding it, I left it alone. There is always the urge to rescue a young bird, but the parents know exactly what a young oriole needs. Though tempting, I realize I could never provide for it like the parents. 


This brilliant orange blaze, although somewhat blurry, is the gorgeous male proudly announcing his presence. He darted around so quicky, it was difficult to get any decent shots of him. This is the third year in a row we have found an oriole nest near our building. I hope they continue to nest at our park for many years to come!
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Monday, May 17, 2010

Oriole at Southeastway

The last week or so has been great for migrating birds here at the park. Some are just passing through, while others have come back to stay for the summer and nest. One of the latter is our resident Baltimore Oriole. I never tire of the chattery bird with the brilliant orange and shiny ebony feathers.

Unfortunately, the nosy bird decided to come INSIDE the building. We scooped him up with a butterfly net and after he voiced a bit of protest, we took him outside and off he flew. Almost every morning he does a fly by, calling out with his deep whistles and prattle. "Whoot... whoot... at,at,at,at,at." Not sure if he is saying "thank you" or iterating a much different message! ;)


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