Wet and cold winter linger. Except a few early blooms, colors are sporadic and barely visible. Bird activities seems 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 Phobes are common here. They don’t have 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.
I am not a serious birder. I am in for good images (and the satisfaction of seeing), not for number counts. However, I am happy to add a new bird to my list. This Oak Timouse finally came closer for a shot, but it’s an early morning of a cloudy day…
I thought this is a new bird, but they are juvenile Western Bluebird.
Enough of birds, I am longing for spring colors, or, more new birds.