Thrashers hang low in the sage and give up their location while singing a melodic tune, surprising, because they have a beak like a hoof pick. I discovered that if I wait awhile, one will rise, ride the top of the sage and broadcast.
Montana De Oro State Park California
March, 2018, Pine st. Solvang, Calif.
Photo below taken at about 300 yards
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Working in the rain.
March 28th, 2017
Oak st, Ashland, Oregon
I glanced out my window at the rain, this guy was perched on top a dead willow. His attention is on a pile of brush below, and maintains his professionalism as I flounder to set up this shot.
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Western Wood Pewee. While camping along the Entiat Rivers in Washington, there probably were a hundred, okay, maybe fifty, flying over a meadow snatching winged insects out of their existence.
Pewee looking cuteSolvang, California.
A female Phainopepla lands with her back to me, I broadcast an idiotic chirp and she turns to give me her eye.
Needling a Zinnia
On top of Green Mountain, 5100 feet over the Great Basin of Oregon: a blue bird.
There is a Wilson’s Warbler in my back yard. I have been waiting and watching for it to step outside his boundary in hopes to snap a shot; but, I’ll be damned, I turn around and grab this Fly catcher coming in for a landing. He is a technological genius!
This time of the year the leaves are a fresh green; and while they flip around in a breeze, like we had today, the bright sky will reveal all the shades of their color. An active small yellow bird will disappear in the tree, and can be difficult to spot. What surprised me today is this little guy, he took a moment from the protection of his disguise to take a little peek at me.
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