Or, Brief mental flights of an extremely amateur birdwatcher.
I never cared for bird watching until I went to Costa Rica a year ago. Seeing macaws and toucans and such persuaded me I might have overlooked something in my habitual rushing around.
Not that central North Carolina has anything to offer that’s quite as compelling as, say, a quetzal, but working on a prompt for the Grow Write Guild has got me paying better attention to the things in my garden that already fascinate my cat.
First objective: Learn who it is I’m watching.
taking pictures trying to take pictures of birds but it’s extremely challenging. They do move fast, particularly when I’m about to get a good photo. And then, I have little idea who it is I am watching.
I do know this one’s a woodpecker, for instance, but that’s where my knowledge ends.
This one isn’t a bog-standard cardinal, but beyond that I am (temporarily) at a loss. He has lovely marbling in his feathers.
I do have lots of Eastern Bluebirds, except when I have my camera in hand. Then there’s this guy, who’s blue without a doubt, but not the typical bluebird.
I’ll do a bit of research and see if I can’t identify these fellows. If you know who they are, do drop me a line.