Friday, October 21, 2011
After several attempts to locate a flock of birds in the community of Blackhead, I finally came upon them. I set out to pick my way through the tall grass, bushes and fallen limbs. I couldn't really see what I was stepping into but we don't have any reptiles here so I was pretty brave. Then, squish! I was in the water. Two days in a row I was soaked up past my ankles. Oh, well, once wet there really is no reason to turn back. I kept inching my way toward the birds.
I saw what I thought was an Indigo Bunting and a Blue Grosbeak, confirmed several Red Crossbills, American Goldfinch and Juncos. I really didn't get any good pictures and I really wasn't sure what I had pictures of.
I was just about to give up when I noticed something small moving among the alders. I looked very closely and saw two little brown birds that seemed to have a white throat. I couldn't see them well and had no idea what they were.
Then, as quickly as they came, they left and I was unable to get one picture.
When I returned to my car to review the images, I was sure that I would be able to identify these birds from the pictures that I had and with a smile on my face I began my drive back.
I was able to inch my way up close to this little bird as it seemed intent on staying in the open.
There was a difference in the behaviour of these two birds. One was more bold and the other was more secretive. I came to the conclusion, maybe erroneously, that the one on the gravel was a female and the one hiding in the trees was a male. The bird that stayed hidden away in the trees had a very pale blue breast.
There is an amazing satisfaction associated with these kinds of birding experiences.