More ADL bracketing tests
Rose-breasted Grosbeak
Spring greens from backdoor
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First sighting of a Rose-breasted grosbeak for this year. I didn't recognize the silhouette and when I saw what was in the shadow, there it is. It was all alone and only briefly choose the most hidden part of the pond's stream for a drink and bath. It stayed in the budding Maple trees for the rest of its time in the yard.
So happy to see this little lady yesterday! Her male companion was here too, but he had his head up in the feeder and I never could get a decent shot of him. They don't usually stay here very long and I think I am just a rest stop for them as they travel north. Edit: Turns out it wasn't Her fellow that was here... although he definitely Was Red Breasted Grosbeak, she is not. Thank you Rolf Nagel for the correction. :)
A gorgeous male grosbeak during spring migration. He's stopped over at a friend's home on the mouth of Mobile Bay. If you live between Mobile and Canada, maybe he will visit you. And maybe you will win the lottery, too. The odds are about the same. But, there are many of these birds, so the odds you will have one if you are in its range are good. Living in Oklahoma, I'll likely not see another this year.
Our beautiful world, pass it on.
In spring, a rose-breasted grosbeak, vibrant with a crimson chest, soars over the Alabama coast. After a grueling Gulf crossing, he lands in Fort Morgan’s oak groves, exhausted but driven. His black head gleams under morning's light as he forages for insects and berries, refueling for the journey north. This one was lucky enough to find some feeders at a home on Mobile Bay.
The salty breeze carries his melodic song, a beacon for others. Amid blooming wildflowers he rests, preening feathers worn by travel. By dusk, instinct urges him onward. With a final chirp, he ascends, aiming for northern forests, leaving the coast’s warmth for another year’s promise.
Our beautiful world, pass it on.