When this crow landed he (or she) interrupted whatever miscellaneous and probably unhelpful thoughts I was having. I was looking out the kitchen window, a few feet away. She made quite the dramatic appearance. Rich black feathers and so much larger than our usual visitors, the starlings and the house sparrows.
Fortunately I had the Yashica ready, my old slr, almost entirely manual.
The week was fun for unexpected guests.
We almost never see our sweet state bird. The chicadee teases us by showing up just once or twice a year. When our black and white cat, Peanut, was still alive we once had a black and white morning as she ran to look out the door at the chicadee who had landed on the railing.
It was the chicadee who made me a bird watcher years ago. We were living on Centennial Avenue and our Icelandic landlord put a bird feeder in the rather lonesome looking backyard.It had attracted mostly house sparrows and then one March morning I looked out the back door and there at the feeder was a tiny black and white bird. What in the world is that? I had no idea.
A few weeks later I was in Central Park and lo and behold discovered the dark-eyed junco. In fact it turned out there were always lots of interesting birds in the park but I had never noticed them despite living in the city most of my life (and spending many an hour in the park). This proves again if you don't look you won't see. Or just that the senses are tricky things. I guess you'd go crazy if you didn't filter but I'm very glad I'm alert these many years later to every squeak, squawk, and flutter.
And of course here's Harry looking the worse for wear after her perhaps battle for the nest with the other squirrel (who won). She visits every weekend. All I have to do to distinguish her is call through the window, "Harry, is that you?" and if she jumps off the railing and runs to the back door I know it's Harry. 
Have you written a story involving the three? Seems they could have quite an adventure.
ReplyDeleteLove the photos!