W is for WILD about WILD
For a bit more than a year I have been a birder, a person WILD about WILD birds. Who knew these creatures could be such an obsession?
Until recently I had never heard of, never mind seen, a red-necked grebe. It's name is appropriate, don't you think? Last week this guy (or gal) was quite talkative!
Speaking of talkative! Okay, actually sing-ative. This mockingbird was singing beautiful tunes. And what a repertoire! I'm just hoping the mockingbird is NOT looking at this blog and planning to sue me. This isn't the bird's most flattering pose - it's much more attractive in real life.
If you live on the Canadian prairies, this is no big deal. But if you live in Ontario (as I do), everyone who loves birds wants to see and photograph this guy. It has been at Sam Smith Park (Toronto) all winter long. I have gone to see it several times but until last week could only boast of seeing a speck through a kindhearted birder's scope.
Last week, my husband and I visited the park to see yellow-rumped warblers and whatever else might be there. And who should appear within reach of my camera's lens? The elusive western grebe! I wasn't even looking for it. Isn't that WILD?
I am linking to Jenny Matlock at Alphabe-Thursday HERE
I am also linking to Rurality Blog Hop HERE.