I’m always struck, on the clear blue days, by the silvery cottonwood boughs against the sky. This time, I was looking for the bird’s nests from last summer that show up so clearly. There were a lot in this tree, but they’re hard to see. If you look very closely, you’ll see a little black and white dot in the upper right-hand branches. Or not.
I could see that it was a bird, but I couldn’t tell what kind. I know I’ve got a good zoom, so I . . . zoomed.
It was a scrub jay, and he (or she) was watching me. After a while, though, he decided I was boring, puffed himself up, and went back to sleep.
I know some birders go all over the world to see rare species, but I’ll bet most of them get the same pleasure I do, just watching our backyard birds.
It’s just a little more than a month to St. Patrick’s day, so I’ve been watching some Irish music videos on YouTube, to get in the mood. When I got to Frank Patterson singing “Lady of Knock” I have to admit to tearing up a little. Billy and I really enjoyed watching him on PBS. I don’t think any other Irish tenors compare . . . unless there’s three of them.