in which I express my flaky, feathery ficklenessDecember 3rd, 2010 by Wendy
Pardon me, can we take a moment here to talk about….birds?
Mere months have passed since I confessed
my true love for a certain little guy.
American Goldfinch (Spinus tristis)
And, at the time, I really meant everything I said about him and his yellowy dashing-ness.
But a recent stroll at our local Battle Point Park on Bainbridge Island led me over to the duck pond where, lo and behold, my heart was reminded about true love.
There he was, in town for a brief over-wintering visit, the
Or as I like to call him, heartus skipus.
He swoops, he swims, he dives–he is all water fowl, Itellyouwhat. Plus, he’s ready for any formal occasion.
It’s all there in black and white. Sorry, Goldfinch.
Any birders out there with crushes in this county? Any birds you
look forward to seeing in one season or another? Tell me I’m not
Wendy has two daughters, one covered in fur and rolling in….um, never mind. She’d love for you to read more of her writings at Let the dog in! and see pictures of all the reasons her pants are stretching out this holiday season (BAKED GOODS, ya’ll!).