This is the effect you’ve had: when I decided, rather spur-of-the-moment, that I should take Saturday off and go play in the sun for a while, but didn’t want to go far from home, I didn’t go looking for geology. That’s mostly because I know that the areas within a few miles of the house are all about glacial landforms utterly covered in vegetation. So I opted for birds instead. I began the day bound and determined to add to my paltry collection of UFD photos. My readers want UFDs; UFDs they shall have.
So I looked for local parks on the map, and chose North Creek Park, because while the scenery isn’t spectacular, it’s got birds. Also, I plan to do up a piece on wetlands someday. And it’s close.
What happens when I get there, anticipating lots and lots of birds? Bupkis. Oh, I could hear the little fuckers. The air was veritably filled with birdsong. But the bastards were hiding in the bushes. I despaired.
And then came the magical moment when I walked the floating boardwalk toward the Peat Bog Pond, and there, in the middle of the walk, was a Little Brown Bird.
Just a wee little thing, pecking away at the wood. I would’ve jumped for joy if I hadn’t been so terrified of frightening it away.
Picture me, many yards away, putting the camera on maximum zoom and snapping furiously as it pecked at the planks. I knew the photos wouldn’t be great, but just in case, y’know? Then I crept a few steps forward, crooning, “Nice little birdie. Stay right there. Don’t fly away, baby, Dana needs you!”
When the little bugger turned round toward the heavier vegetation to the left, I nearly had a heart attack. But then it stopped.
I have no idea what was so tasty in that spot, but whatever it was finding seems to have convinced it that letting some crazy lady advance on it with a camera was worth the risk.
It even gave me several views from different angles. Here we have a nice profile:
And a fantastic ass-shot, which shows off the tail feathers a treat:
And an action pose:
Then, having found all it wanted, and possibly quite tired of the weird woman goggling at it, it hopped up on the side of the walk for one last photo op before flying off into the bushes.
I actually think I know what this is. But I’m not positive, and considering how few birds I actually manage to photograph, I figured I’d give you lot an opportunity to strut your ornithological stuff.
And, for lovers of wetlands in the audience:
The ridge behind the wetland is very likely a drumlin. We’re coated in drumlins up here. And birds that like to sing, dance and avoid the camera at all costs. So a special thank you to this LBB, which was kind enough to pose.