Yellowlegs that is.
Morning is clear, bright and plays across the marsh as the temperature changes, the breeze blows cool, and frost kisses leaves and grasses. That is how the day started. Life awakens grand.
A busy day trolling the peaceful marsh from morning until late afternoon, the bird and me. The day goes through changes, but the activity pretty much remains the same.
I was told this is a Lesser Yellowlegs, the difference being bird size, and the pointedness and darkness of the beak.
Do I know or even really care? I am more inclined to think in terms of the day, and the day was Greater. The bird, well don’t tell my birdwatching friends. I like knowing if I am right on identification, but I am a little more laid back on being sure when there is subtle differences.
Especially when it is shorebirds, I am not very good at telling them apart. They should be starting to come in soon and are my favorite birds to photograph. Here is a post from last year, Trip Birdwatching with the BOS Members. They are fast little birds as they scurry across the beach and really are a challenge to capture.
I was thinking about this lone, wading bird, others of its kind not around, it just kept to its business with determination and patience.
Bobbing the head like those old toys from when we were kids. I loved that toy, so it brings back nice memories.
Remember it hopped along in a staccato motion, stopping to bob its head? I was always by myself with the toy too. Since I have learned…
The sun changed the scene throughout the day, making it a little bit more special as time ticked by.
Late afternoon warms the marsh and the hearts of every nature lover. The day goes golden, such a precious form of gold. The very long winter we’ve had here in Western New York has created a noteworthy delay in the arrival of Spring for the natural world, but birding has made the slow transition so much Greater. I’m going for Greater.
I think this bird likes looking at itself. If it only knew how handsome…
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