Wet and cold winter lingers. Except for a few early blooms, colors are sporadic and barely visible. Bird activities seem to usually start in February and that’s where my camera goes.
In my continuous pursuit of Western bluebirds, I found them in more places. They are around, but if not for the luck, they are usually too distant to reach. I desired a clear shot with their gorgeous feather fully shown, but whenever that opportunity popped up, they were in the shade. It seems to me that their natural instinct teaches them the risk of fatal attraction. Black Phoebes are common here. They don’t have a dramatic outlook and thus can enjoy their freedom everywhere. We all want to be unique and outstanding, but being ordinary is not necessarily a bad thing.
Cedar Waxwing is one of my all-time favorites. I have enough of their pictures, but I can never get tired of taking more.
I am not a serious birder. I am in for good images (and the satisfaction of seeing them), not for number counts. However, I am happy to add a new bird to my list. This Oak Titmouse finally came closer for a shot, but it was early morning of a cloudy day…
I thought this is a new bird, but they are juvenile Western Bluebirds.
They wear red caps like Acorn Woodpecker, but Nuttall’s Woodpecker has striped outfit.
Thriving trees and shrubs are in the vicinity, but Acorn Woodpecker is doing his woodwork on somebody’s house. If your house is aged, be aware.
Enough of birds, I am longing for spring colors, or, more new birds.