How many birds do you see?
We call these "house wrens," (updated: oops, "sparrows" now, thanks to a smartie who corrected me!), but I have no idea if we're right. I have always loved the sounds of birds, and if I saw one, I'd always say, "Oh, look!" but I've never been a binoculaur-and-ornithology-guide toting type of gal.
But ever since I got my telephoto lens for my camera, a year ago, my eyes have really opened up to how beautiful birds really are. I hope you don't mind the bird photos lately. This won't become a bird blog, I promise. Especially not after many of our little friends fly away to see our Northern friends when the winds change and it's a bit warmer up there. That's part of the appeal of the Winter season's birds to me...we're going to have to say 'goodbye' soon; I want to capture their visit while I may.
If you are living in a birdless part of the cold North, I want you to know that your birds - at least, the birds that come here to the Gulf Coast - are okay. Saturday, I drove across the Alabama-Florida border and along the way were literally hundreds of robins in the dormant farm fields. They don't have bright breasts in the winter, but they are fat and they look happy.
We're taking good care of your birds.
(p.s. I took photos of house wrens sparrows, but I'm not sure if house wrens - or whatever they are (sparrows!) , are among those who leave us in the Spring. See what a poor ornithologist I make? I do like that long word, though. I'd wear it as a title proudly, if I could only learn to live up to it.)
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