I Can See Clearly Now 🎵
May's big deal was getting the scales removed from my eyes: almost literally, as I had cataract surgery in both eyes. After the surgery, the world felt new: sharp, vivid, full of contrast. Every time I stepped outside, every short walk through the neighborhood, was an experience of joy. I know the image above is just an ordinary photo of flowers, but when I took it freshly after my first surgery, they seemed like the most vibrant flowers I had ever seen.
One of the really exciting changes seeing with new eyes is how many more birds I am seeing. Difficulty seeing contrast was making it hard for me to see birds in the trees, on the ground, even flying in the sky at a distance. It has renewed my enjoyment of birding. Though I didn't like to admit it, I hadn't been enjoying it as much for awhile. And what a good time for this change, with Spring migration going on.
Shortly after my first surgery, I had a chance to enjoy this particularly vivid bird: A Lewis Woodpecker that stopped over at Tingley Open Space for a few days.
Nearby, a Cooper's Hawk, still in Juvenile Plumage (though likely born last year), was eating fresh-caught something or other.
And certainly seeing more of the neutral-toned flycatchers, like this Ash-Throated Flycatcher and this recently arrived Western Wood-Pewee.
I got the joy of a close view of this Black-Crowned Night Heron recently, at the edge of one of the Tingley Fishing Ponds. Fishing, of course, so in the right place.
Baby Bird Time Begins!
Feeding Time at the Cormorant Roost
The Nest Next Door
The Pigeons are nesting in the crook of a pine across from my balcony again. All day long, through heat, wind and rain, the female steadfastly broods her eggs. The male takes over at night, and I believe I've seen him there at dusk. I've watched the female hang tight while buffeted by heavy winds, and last week I watched her remaining still while being pelted by rain. (Though it may be hard to tell, that is what is happening here in the second photo.)
During that same rain, a wet and bedraggled White-Winged Dove braved the elements to visit the feeder area next door.
Painting with New Eyes


















