Franco, Bert looks like it’s eyeing your cat as a possible quick meal. They’re beautiful birds though, aren’t they?
I’m becoming a sort of wannabe birder myself. 30 years ago I scoffed at bird watchers, thinking that was for old farts. I felt that to be truly manly, one had to rock climb, kayak, backpack, ski and snowshoe, and go camping during the winter. Then, about 2 years ago I looked into the mirror, and I came to realize that I AM an old fart now. I’ve been striding around in my nearby ponds for 20 years, and I’ve come to appreciate birders. They are the most kind and gentle people I see out there, always willing to take the time to teach me about the fun birds we see. Then, guess what, I actually bought not one, but two bird ID books (one with the standard drawings and one with just photos). I now pretend that I am a birder!
This is spring here in Colorado, and a lot of species are coming here to nest and mate, while others are passing through on their way to Montana or Canada. Baby Canada geese are prancing about, everybody is having offspring, and the ponds are alive with activity.
In the past week I’ve seen my first mink, a muskrat, and the season’s first bull snake. Then there are now maybe 30-40 pelicans (its cool to watch 10-15 of them form their circle, then close it tightly to trap the tiny fish that swim close to the surface. Then – WHAM – a feeding frenzy). Yesterday I spotted a pair of yellow warblers, my first of the season. Every day there’s something to thrill me – maybe a bald eagle, a kestrel, red-tailed hawk, the nesting osprey couple, a coyote, or various types of turtles. At times the critters all look like they are about to eat somebody else. Fun stuff, Franco.