This was my first five-day work week since December 15 and I’m glad I made it through. The older I get, the more I enjoy Fridays. It’s been a cold and almost winter-like week in NC but Sunday is predicted to be in the mid 70’s again. 74? The warmest winter on record so far. Where am I? Lucky me – I got this photo through the sunroom door this evening. I love, love, love, seeing the birds quench their thirst on the waterfall!
For a short while after I got home from work, I parked myself on the ground, about fifty feet from the feeder. Every shot I have of this Song Sparrow shows blue eyes. I wonder if they are really blue. He surely blends in with the ground colors and I hope you can see him... The ground feeder birds didn’t care about my presence but the feeder birds did… So, after five minutes, I gave up and let them relax. Then I walked inside the yard and stood about ten feet from the feeder with camera around my neck. What appeared? A Tufted Titmouse! No doubt! With a silent “oooo and awww”, I raised my camera. He took one look at me and was gone. Another “Damn!”
Bird watching is a lot like playing a round of golf. I haven’t played a round in a few years, but I remember the anticipation and high hopes before every hole. On some holes, you tee up, drive, and continue to hit worm burners or sharp right hooks into the woods until you finally get to the green. Feeling frustrated to the point of quitting, your mind takes you to the next hole, somehow, and you dream about what your next drive might bring. Possibly a Birdie or an Eagle! (I’ve never had an Eagle…) That Carolina Wren and Tufted Titmouse will be within my reach very soon…
A sequel to yesterday’s glimpse of the Great Blue Heron. Again today, there he waited. I call him a “Stinker” in an affectionate way. The GBH did me wrong many times and proved to be a thief but I am mesmerized by his majestic beauty. That’s why I pulled over again, parked, and walked a long way down a steep hill to get closer but he was still very far away. My friend birders and non-birders are probably thinking, “Oh, that Mary is a genuine fruitcake.” That’s OK. This happy fruitcake is up for a challenge!