Humingbirds Visiting The Holler Today!

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About cindy knoke

I retired early after 27 years as a psychotherapist/mental health director (Cindy Barton LCSW) and moved to the outer limits of no-wheres-ville to a home I call "the holler." My closest neighbors are coyotes (packs and packs of them and they are HUNGRY), rattlers (lots and lots of them and they are MEAN), and free range cows/bulls (the bulls aren't too friendly either!) Forget cell phones. They don't work out here. Forget GPS, it misdirects. It's best not to wander too much out here, the people (and their dogs) are kinda twitchy. To reach the holler your turn right at the reeking chicken farm, down a bunch of pot-holed semi-streets/dirt roads, past the abandoned refrigerators and occupied old RV’s and then things get kinda dicey. My friends usual reaction to the trip to the holler is, “you’ve got to be kidding!” Or, “Next time let’s meet half way.” This is our little bit of heavenly Appalachia right here in rural California. I blog about traveling which I do about three months a year, cooking which I love, photography, usually of my food and trips, books, holler happenings, and anything else that strikes my fancy. Stop by the blog and take a peek. It’s safe. I promise. Cheers, Cindy

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  1. I think one of those modeled for a painting I did last year. They are so beautiful – like jewelled treasures. You’re sure giving that camera a workout !
    Paul

  2. Paul-
    My brother is telling me I need to get a better camera! Only had this one for a couple of months but want MORE telefoto and wider angle lens for Patagonia. Oh well, will have to wait until next year.
    Cheers!

  3. My dad is a hummingbird junkie and they actually do wait for their refill. They fly around his head and even “battle” each other for the dominant perch. They are amazing to watch. What beautiful images you have captured.

    • This is exactly what is happening. Remarkable to experience. They emit this incredibly loud buzz and zip around your head. I can completely understand your dad! They are addicting little hummers! :)

    • I use the term to poke gentle fun at the rural, isolated, simple nature of the place where we live.
      A true holler was in the Applachian Mountains, where holler dwellers lived for generations. They didn’t have electricity or telephones. In order to communicate they would holler (yell) from ridgetop house to house. Hollers had to be in hollering distance in order to do this.
      Hollers are looked down on by some people in the United States which isn’t fair at all. The Applachian Mountains are stunningly beautiful. The music and culture, old, unique and special.
      I like hollers and I love that I live in a rural, simple place.
      Thank you for asking.

  4. How beautiful! We have them here too and have taken about a million pictures. They are so fun, so active and scrappy with each other. My husband took some photos with lower light, a flash, and fast shutter speed that came out wonderfully. I love the detail in yours where you can see every wing feather, and the colors just shimmer.

  5. The birds are gorgeous, and even your feeder is beautiful. I’m curious about it; from the pictures it looks like a fun spaceship suspended by a magical surreal red waterfall/jello haha! I’m wondering if maybe the vibrant red was designed to catch the light and attention of the wild birds.

    • You are on the mark again Halim. Yes, hummingbirds are attracted to vibrant colors not smells. The red liquid is hummingbird food with a drop of red dye added by me! Thanks again for being so perceptive!

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