I feel so sorry for my sweet husband sometimes. This is a man who reads bird field guides like others read the stock reports. He participates each year in the Audubon Christmas Bird Count and is invited to go with the Pat Mayse Lake park ranger to ride in the boat to count the eagles. This man knows birds.
When we were snowed in on Monday, David took the screen off of our kitchen window and we sat our tripods in the sink with cameras attached to take pictures of the birds who visited our birdfeeder.
Here is why I feel sorry for David. I don't know the difference between a Junco and a Chickadee. And really, I don't care. I care about if they are pretty or not.
David rattles off their names and marks them in his book if they have never appeared in our back yard before or not. But I can tell you that we had so much fun sitting by the sink taking pictures and commenting on the antics of the different birds.
This is what I learned from our bird adventure. Cardinals are polite. All the birds clear out when the Bluejays arrive. They make room for the big boys who are the bullies in our backyard.
I loved the snow and I really enjoyed David's enthusiasm for the birds.
Hope you like my pretty pictures!