Ruby throats, spotted fawns and a poodle

Connecticut has been experiencing unusually hot and dry weather the past two weeks, with daily temperatures often higher than those in Florida, reaching into the mid- to high 90s°F (35-36°C) with heat indices of 100- 104°F (38-40 °C). The bird bath is visited frequently and the hummingbird feeder empties out quickly. 

We keep the sugar concentration low (4 parts water to 1 sugar) to provide adequate hydration for the little birds. Only female Ruby-throated Hummingbirds visited the feeders from spring into late July. Their numbers increased and were augmented by immature offspring with duskier plumage. Adult males do not participate in care for the  young but often continue to defend their territory. Males migrate south early, beginning in late summer. Females and immature birds exit about 2-3 weeks later.

Two are company...

...and three's a crowd, but look who's coming!

A mob of 8 to 10! I never got more than six to fit in the frame at one time:

Then, on July 29, a single adult male appeared:

While several female and immature hummingbirds often fed together, the male threatened or chased away any other visitors:

The throat patch (gorget) of the male is actually black. It contains no red pigment. Its color is created by iridescence--  refraction and reflection of light from microscopic mirror-like scales on the specialized feathers. The backs of males and females reflect a metallic green:

American Goldfinches continue to gather fluffy down to line their nests. Now the work is mostly being done by males, leading me to assume that females are incubating eggs:

On July 26, a female White-tailed Deer reclined in one shady patch, in clear view for over 6 hours, from 10:00 AM to 4:30 PM:

She may have simply been resting, but we suspected that she was in labor. She moved to a sunny spot a few feet away before disappearing:

On July 31 we caught a glimpse of a very young fawn which had been hiding in deep vegetation until the parent approached. We wondered whether this doe might be the same one we had seen earlier: 

The fawn followed her and suckled as they disappeared into the trees. I shot blindly into the dark undercover and was lucky to obtain only a partial view of the infant:

On August 8, we saw this older fawn with its mother. It was possibly "Bambi" which we first photographed as a wobbly infant just one month previously:

Two days later the older fawn was eating the fresh leaves which sprouted around a felled maple:

It was accompanied by three adult deer. One saw us and snorted loudly. The fawn responded by darting into cover:

White-tail fawns begin to forage when about 2 weeks old and cannot survive if deprived of mothers' milk before age of 10 weeks, but are usually weaned at 12-16 weeks. It is said that fawns born later than June in northern states may not be adequately developed to survive the winter.   

FACTOID: "Newborn fawns lack the ability to urinate or defecate... While nursing, the doe will lick their rectal and genital regions to stimulate them to release their wastes. The doe will then consume the urine and feces so their odors do not attract predators. Now that’s a responsible mother! The doe will continue this behavior for at least 2 to 3 weeks. A newborn’s inability to expel these wastes, coupled with the mother’s protective behavior of consuming them, undoubtedly saves countless fawns from predation." REF: When Do Fawns Begin Eating Natural Forage?

The two Tibetan Mastiffs have been too much for us to handle. Cazador, the Standard Poodle, is quite well-behaved (until he sees a squirrel). We took him on the one-mile walk along the east shore of Diamond Lake. This greatly distressed the two dogs left at home, but Cazi is getting to know the neighborhood as we admire the blooming Black-eyed Susan (Rudbeckia hirta) and the reflections on the still surface of the lake: 

A Monarch butterfly, the first I have seen here, appeared on the catmint (variety: Cat's Meow Catmint, Nepeta faassenii, similar to catnip, Nepeta cataria, but it does not stimulate cats). The migratory population of this butterfly species has just been declared Endangered. Any kind of butterfly is a treat-- some days I do not see a single one:

The swimming pool has provided entertainment for the younger crowd. Two of our granddaughters with our son and his wife flew in from Texas and visited and enjoyed short drives to tour Boston and Mystic, Connecticut. The lawn shows the effects of the heat and drought:

Rain threatened and fell over Hartford, eleven miles to the west, but we remained dry:

As expected, the sunset was gorgeous:

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