Two years ago, around this time, this gentlebird appeared in one of the local ornamental fruit trees.
This year, it would have been surrounded by flowers – the trees are all about blooming right now. Global warming must be a thing. They seem to bloom earlier each year.
I find this bird rather attractive. Some nice blue on the chest, there. And I feel I should know what it is, but I don’t recognize the beak. I am teh suck with birds. I’m doing pretty well with juncos, chickadees, and European song sparrows. I can spot a house finch. All of these are thanks to you, by the way. But this one? No idea.
I didn’t pay much attention back then, before we started this UFD thing. It was an artistic opportunity is all. I’ve not been much of a birder in the past. Now I tend to pay attention to them, stop to talk to them (mostly saying things like, “Hold still, you bastard! Don’t go into the – fuck. You went into the leaves. Fucker). I pay attention to their songs, and I’ve got a few sorted out. I can tell when juncos and sparrows are around, for instance, and I’ve about got chickadees figured out. I can tell you if red-winged blackbirds are around in a trice. Maybe whatever this is will be the same someday – a bird I hear because you gave me a name, and so I watch for it, and listen to what it’s saying (probably things like, “Ha! That Dana Hunter, man – watch while I make her think she’s got me nicely framed and them bam! Into the leaves. Ha ha ha ha ha!”).
Right. An artistic silhouette, and then I’ll leave you to it.