oriole oasis
Oh, oh, oh, it's an Oreo, oops, I mean Oriole. A male Bullock's Oriole to be specific. They were trying so desperately to use my hummingbird feeders last summer that I broke down and bought them a feeder of their own. Then, true to form, I went from zero to sixty in the space of a day and added grape jelly (which appeared to be a highly coveted delicacy) and orange halves. My yard turned into an instant oriole feeding ground and I started wondering if they could suffer from a sugar high? I always know when they are around because of the loud chattering that accompanies their visits. This year, as soon as the robin and her babies left the nest, I started feeding again and have been rewarded once more with almost incessant company.
Here's the female ~ isn't she dainty & pretty? I took all these photos thru my picture window last July. I haven't had near the luck this year as every time I get near the window they fly off, but hopefully there's still time for that to change.












